I call a friend and say I’d like to know
What Shannon is thinking today
I’d like to know if that coffee she makes
Is enough to keep Shannon awake
I walk the park guessing what she would say
Of the blossoms destined to soon disappear
There once was a time I knew every other thought of Shannon‘s
Like flies buzzing
In my ear and at the tip of my pen
Around the fruit of trees we’d
Plant
Now too much has been left unsaid
It’s buried in concrete
I want cherry branches instead
I’ve had more conversations in my head
With Shannon than words aloud we have said
She is both the daemon adorning my crown
And wasabi stuck to the roof of my mouth
So I call a friend and say I’d like to know
What Shannon is thinking today
I’d like to tell her that coffee she makes
Is more than enough to keep
Me awake and my hands on the keys
And pruning the trees we’d
Plant
Now too much has been left unsaid
It’s buried in concrete
I want cherry branches instead
There was a knock at the door
I thought that can’t be for me
I glued my face to the glass and
My hands to the sill
And heard laughter off of the street
What does it mean to be loved
If I ever knew I dropped it
But I’m done with reluctance to pick it up off the ground