To my best

Perhaps despite the haze of ballistic intoxicating affection
you are being robbed.
Is it so far fetched to imagine that the one
you repeat over and over your broken heart
is just a scratch? A flaw in your shining surface?
O, I wish you would see that the laughter he fills you with
is made exuberant by your capacity to feel joy.
You enlighten him through your perceptive love.
I wish you would fall for your own
impassioned resonance with beauty.
If only our own warmth could
hold us over until we fall asleep.
I will happily accompany you
on these excursions with phantom promises,
but only because you know that we know,
that you are the road and the feet and the breath
that carries you down.
If you decide that this passion is too much
I will remind you of the vastness
awaiting your undevided attention.