They fall like feathers on hard wind.
They are the I love yous that never stick but roll
in and out of space.
I remember them
set them aside in a box and never let anyone else in.
The words were special
like cells, numerous.
Complex, with fissures and explosions embedded.
They fall still
however light
hit eyelashes and the places no one can see.
They are only words but their gravity is like a bowling ball
crushing the insides of you.
Hitting like atomic statements
on your skin
prickling the back of your neck.
They are like reality
sometimes hard and there
but
gone again in soft mist.
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