........

flipping through old notebooks
to find the pieces of you
that have fallen out of my pockets
into the dirty streets of my home.
i try to tell a tale of space and time
but the words written on curling yellow pages
are hard to read underwater.

bold statements in black ink
follow the trajectory of my heart
and trace the lines of your skin.
there are millions of unspoken thoughts
and unfulfilled dreams waiting
to jump from the pages
into my mouth
into your ears.

i can't stay sitting still;
i was born with an old man's knees
that ache and shake and should be replaced.
admit that you're listening and
i will never stop talking.