There exists a bazaar,
claiming pieces of you
I believed were mine.
I shiver at the edge of your laughter –
this laughter that is a universe
you never invited me to.
How the lights about you
could never warm me;
how the depth of my yearnings
never reached you.
My poems lingered waves
never seeming to crawl
onto all your head-banging.
My meanings
only pretty from a distance –
in love, I shrunk a shadow.
The light from the bazaar
kept sweeping me away from you.
And yet I have been waiting.
claiming pieces of you
I believed were mine.
I shiver at the edge of your laughter –
this laughter that is a universe
you never invited me to.
How the lights about you
could never warm me;
how the depth of my yearnings
never reached you.
My poems lingered waves
never seeming to crawl
onto all your head-banging.
My meanings
only pretty from a distance –
in love, I shrunk a shadow.
The light from the bazaar
kept sweeping me away from you.
And yet I have been waiting.
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