such, such
things in my head:
they demand
(You walk
into a room and I know you
are there)
and everything
in my head,
pounds, becomes light.
I actually feel
the distance
unbecome and
bend
for you coming
towards me, the space
halves itself
and I do not even look,
you are there
coming here,
you are here from there
(and all this
in my head,
happening,
and only in there,
in my head only)
in your leaving,
you remain still,
a picture and a framel.
How you came and rested
so deep
beneath the
nothing to do
with you,
a matter of time
and place
and the such.
What to do, what to do,
I have this
something here
and it won’t budge,
it is too heavy
or light,
or lighthearted,
it makes the heart light,
you understand,
and the head heavy.
Heavy with you,
seeing you come to me,
from there to here,
so to speak
and that is impossible,
the speaking bit,
it’s not in the cards,
so I, simply,
watch and touch this
in my head,
touching you
essentially,
and that is enough.
It is only just,
it only is
what it is,
just enough,
just that,
something
in my head
that isn’t
anything more
than this:
never
more than enough.
Just enough.
enough.