I am learning
how to secretly love you
from an unquenchable distance,
tracing tangible threads too torn to connect
a churning trellis; our tree trunk
has been scraped at with our initials
for far too long now, and I smell
leaves burning, so I should
stop looking at roiling ringlets reconstructing
the broken, the broken, to be fixed.
I am learning
how to sketch
the perfect portrait
of a healed man
smiling with a broken silhouette.
I am learning how to catch the sun again.
(Source: staypozitive)