the completed playlist…

I am feeling like the emptiness
of a completed playlist…

the realization that
nothing is coming next,
the silence pervades
and instead of choosing something
else to listen to,
I just sit and pay attention
to the vacancy,
ignoring the force inside me
wanting to immediately
start something up,
to fill the void,
instead,
I listen to my heart,
to my breathing,
to my weight in this world,
instead,
I notice everything else
and I find contentment
in my inaction,
because, though I haven’t
physically moved,
mountains have traveled
within me

— glb

you are

you are in my periphery
you are my focus
you are always where i look
you are inside my eye lid
… wrapped around my optic nerve
you are everywhere, evident in everything
you are just below the horizon, and when you rise
… sparks scream across the morning sky
you are the perfect ending to the perfect love story
you are the dark spaces between the stars
you are also the stars
you are sriracha on my tongue
you quench my thirst like the coldest water
you make my mouth burn, with that over the shoulder glance
you are insomnia with the best best dreams
you are original
you are my heart
you are a steady beat
you are the dirtiest guitar solo
you are the gulp of air going off the high dive
you are the plunge
you are slow motion at a break neck pace
you are temptation quenched
you are home
you are in our bed
you are in my arms
you take me to places i never imagined
you are answers to riddles
you are a Bon Jovi concert every night for the rest of my life
you are front row seats

you are
so i am

… glb