Romeo to Juliet

Words fly in

through her window

trace the cracked glass

and do not carry it

along.

They save each shard

for simple song

until my words

grow weary

and out of place

in this all-

encompassing, playground

of a world.

They will climb only to slide

down

when I least expect it,

when I tilt my head up

to my dear love

and shout, “Why don’t

you come down, too?

May 31, 2014

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