You;

My face- my eyes, my mouth

light up in the same way

that my phone does, when I see

your name, your icon, your words.

 

I’m giddy.

High from the rush from the blush

from the tingling of my blood as my heart

no longer still, no longer static

tap tap taps away at my chest

like a woodpecker, like a rasp on the front door-

like a dancer in tiny shiny shoes who taps along to the melody in her head

 

I’m giddy.

But I’m also exhausted.

I’m exhausted from the breathlessness from the ache

in my chest in my lungs, the lump

in my throat that makes it so hard to swallow

whenever I see you, hear you, feel you.

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