the geometry of you

you read me like a book i never wrote,

then disappear—but leave your perfume there.

three months of glances tangled in my throat,

and now you're in the silence of my air.

i asked you out. you said no. interesting.

(you'd said it first, three times—i kept the score.)

the score is nothing now. I hear you breathing

inside my blog, six months outside my door.

i like that you're still here. i like the waiting.

i like the way you won't admit you want.

i like your eyes that see the world creating

two of everything—except the one you haunt.

so here's the thing: i see you. double too.

one you i want. one you who wants me. you.