My heart is in my fucking throat
As I’m choking on the absence of love
And visualizing it everywhere.
I watch as blissful lovers glide across the sidewalks
Buried in nourishing love, flowers sprout tall from their skulls
One waters and the other weeds
In the shadows of cool brick, I drool over their shared peace
Making my ego beg for someone to look at me as if I held more light than the sun