juliet and juliet or inopportune moments

The way you loved me

And the things I’ve left behind-

Like suitcases, bikes, memories,
Clothing, my heart

Maybe you still have that- though,
In some type of voodoo torture
Chamber of sorts

In and out of ports; on and off airplanes,
Back to my broken desert town

Wearing a frown

I am too tired to run so I am hiding
Out

For now

But don’t think I don’t touch you in my dreams,
Laugh, jump over things and swing on swings

Just like our Juliet and Juliet love affair
Of adolescent years

Way too many tears

But never more liquid than the fears
We thought we hid

That come soaring out of open chests
At the most inopportune moments

Such as this