B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

You Are A Cyprus Tree


I'm looking for something
to destroy myself with,
only before I can
I'm waiting for my favorite constellation
to fall in the same place
where I first realized
that I loved you.

Do not idealize me;
This is the universe on my shoulders
and I can't even hold up the sky.

I'm losing my vision;
the ability to see you clearly,
undistorted and genuine.

You are some cyprus tree,
under some brilliant dusk sky
in a foreign country;
One that I will never see.

I'll never breathe in your oxygen.

You'll never breathe my carbon dioxide.

I wish I had never met you,
though I can't say,
if I would have been happier
if I never had;
Tripped over the roots
where you planted yourself
below my front steps.

As my vision fades,
I only fall over you more and more.

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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