ON A FLOATING BLUE PLANET IN SOME GALAXY WE INHABIT
On a Tuesday afternoon I wondered if
A matcha with steam free flowing
On a oddly moderately warmly November afternoon
Would remind you that I too
Still accompany the same
Pale planet blue as you
And would it remind you of the hint of green in my dark brown Iris
And my hair smelling of cheaply dated old navy perfume
But I hope it would remind you of
The frailty of me and you
And our words which intertwined each passing night before curfew
In how I was the fragile frame
No way near destined to falter to duplicitous trains of thoughts and pseudo scientific
Points of views found that were rather from a gimmick of a man who taught you
Was I suppose to do something grand in the coming days
Or was I suppose to only become of age?
And it feels true that a breaking heart
Was also a beating heart.
