I’d heard your voice at the other end of the line.
And in that very first instance,
My heart had sunk.
I knew that an inexplicable connect
Ran through our veins.
I could hide from you, but I could never run.
I chose to ignore the warnings of my gut.
Instead, I went crashing into your open arms,
Only to fall flat on my face when your heart
Could not expand to hold all of me.
And, when my face touched the ground
I could smell my hair burning with the
dying embers of your cigarette stub.
I crash, burn and resurrect myself
every single goddam time because
I know that men like you belong only
to yourselves and the Universe.
And, yet I know that the melancholic story
will repeat itself, unless blood runs its course,
And, I learn the lesson that the wheels of life
Intend to teach me.