Tomorrow We Will Run
In those moments offline .
We are one.
Together we are bursting like a button around the waist at Thanksgiving.
We are bursting like a water balloon thrown on hot cement.
There isnt full inclusion here.
Just you here. Me here.
I’d ask and You’d promise.
Me Quiet. You Hush.
And tomorrow we will run.
We will run steady in our plaid skirts.
Wearing our perfect plastic smiles.
Breathing in eachothers sweat, and licking the reluctance off your lips.
I’m off center knowing that,
There won’t be any pictures,
Any evidence of our memory making.
Our friends won’t know,
They won’t see, or smile at
How happy we are offline.
How we love one another offline.
Only our minds, only the neurons sending those patchy files and images to different sections of the brains.
Leaving me again pained.
Aching like a child with a leg cramp.
Until I refuse to ache, share and ask anymore.
Offline. We are one.