I Don't Mind 6/10/13
I wish you were here. All of me wishes:
all my heart and thoughts and arms and lips and...
I pretend you see these same stars I see.
You don't. The sun burns them blue in your sky.
These continents never see the same sky.
Why are we so broken? Why aren't we near?
Why aren't you with little me. Broken.
You are, aren't you? Like me, broken? us. both.
My sky is black with broken bits of light.
Are there clouds? Are there little bits of light-
ning with you, in your sky? Tell me darling,
you, like me, are darkened or I can't see
you. Not in the sun, or I can't touch you.
Isn't everyone who has seen this sky...
Everyone is broken like us, aren't they?
Even egg-blue skies are burned by the sun.
Even the ancients who saw this sky (moved
a little bit they say) they too were broken
everyone is
broken
But you and I,
broken as we are, I believe we'll find,
between the two of us, we can not mind.
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