When the little ridges of my lips fall into the little valleys of yours, it reminds me of a zipper.
You laugh at the lack of romanticism, but then I remind you that zippers pull two pieces tightly together.
Carving my name into the tree trunk as it burns
Giving orders like a captain of a sinking ship
Pulling the heavy bucket from the empty well
My efforts are breaking the dead horse’s bleached, dry bones.
I once read a short statement,
“Sometimes you cannot sigh quite deep enough.”
And to be fair, this seems all too true when my chest feels heavy and my heart feels empty,