"ssr"

eyes dance
announcing their independence..
rolling east to the hollow spaces they rest in your skull
remembrance kills you
as these consequences set in
you want to touch his face
you want to be his source of comfort
polish his feet..
but you didn't invent the wheel..
you weren't there when he first breathed life.
echos rittle your chest numb.
they eat at that space beneath your sternum.
you can't close your eyes, open your eyes, acknowledge your mind, without seeing him.
with those long lashes.. and the way the bones are set beneath his wrist.
the way he looks down..
but she reminds you,
you were not the first person to fetch his water.
you were not there when he first breathed life.
skillets crash against your temples..
startling waves of pain that bother not to whisper..
but bore into the back of your head.
reminding you not to make eye contact.
reminding you to forget how his skin feels..
they look down your throat and respectfully say,
"no one is good enough"
it aches.
this pity.
i see sunshine in my peripheral.
rolling grass, and you are smiling.