He smiles and I melt
over and over until
I drown in a puddle of
self-loathing and cotton
candy.
He laughs and I soar
up, up, swimming in cumulus and
nimbus,
before I crash down
with wings of melted wax
burning my shoulders.
He leaves and I weep
a river so deep
it’s a wonder
I don’t sink
to play with rusty anchors
and necklaces with diamonds
for pendants.
He comes back and I smile
and everything is still
still
still
still.
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