If I think about it
Carefully enough
I can make my heart skip
A beat or two
From replaying times
I was carelessly
With you
A beat or two
Compared to a year or two
Of skipped beats
And skipped stones
And skipped feet
Feels wildly inadequate
Yet fully true
And while thinking of you
Carefully enough
Happens less and less often
There’s a rhythm
My feet and heart once knew
Now my barrier of entry
No skips…
…It’s not you.
P.s. You can read my other poems here.