constellation.two

if you listen long enough, the monotone voicemail prelude
evolves into a melody. perhaps if i wait long enough
you will show up at my door.

did you "forget" to turn on your cell, again?
did you "forget" to breathe?

i admit,
sometimes i hope you don't answer;
i just want to hear your voice without the
burden
of dialogue.

but so much has gone to waste.

part of our problem is that

we like to clean our plates
& throw up the results.

do you seek healing?

because i found the perfect remedy--
a homemade sunset bathed in paper mache.

once the stars come out i can reveal the
constellation of our names

or

you could find the reflection in my eyes

and kiss
me.