My cousin the Army Captain
didn’t say much,
then one day he wrote to her:
Didn’t I adore you harder
than silence?
Didn’t you know
I kept trying to reach you
but kept appearing on the
other side of wherever I wasn’t?
Didn’t you know
I tore time into pieces
to understand how
I harmed you?
Kiss me one last time.
Who can really escape the heart
well enough not to leave a trace?
Kiss me one last time.
Didn’t you know
I was afraid to count the music
on your side of midnight,
to count the steps
that would never lead me
to where I could tell you, free me?