it's only a chorus if you repeat it.

dear you:

i have never written you a letter
because words fade fast with time
and i want nothing permanent
to remind us that we're not.
i believe your mouth is a stormcloud
and i've always loved the rain,
how are you soft electricity
like a lightbulb wrapped in velvet?

[circuits and veins, we are a design
meant purely for ocean winds, love.]

dear me:

you spend hours carving names
into your heart like a bad joke,
but you've put it away now
set softly on a tabletop somewhere
mid-Atlantic
and you can breathe again.
ask yourself how you'll manage--

[answer that you don't care.]