Written by Kyrah Gomes
we always listen to music on the train.
i float away on the baseline, lulled safely
to sleep by the rhythm of the tracks
despite the empty coffee cup in my hands,
and the cake you insisted we share since
you know that i sometimes feel unworthy
of sweet things but it’s easier with you.
i glance at the tangled wires of
our earbuds and realize i am entwined,
unwaveringly in your orbit. i think
so this is what they wax poetic about.
my head rests on your shoulder
but my mind races and you hold me
so delicately that i want to break
just so you can sweep up the pieces.
somewhere it hurts that this
is the closest our hearts will ever be.
it’s dumb but i swear i can feel fireworks
sparking in the neurons of my fingers.
i loathe to admit that they burn
brighter when i smile under your gaze,
already dizzy with admiration.
i was never devastatingly beautiful
but i think i have a pretty mind
and nice eyes and i long to hear
saccharine words of endearment
spill from your lips. we laugh
cynically about the idea of soulmates
but i suppose there is divinity in
the way we ricochet around each other.
for now we just sit on the train
and drink coffee
and i am lovesick.