The present is being lingered
between your ruins
and your shortfalls.
I want neither.

I want a coastline
with you on it.
I want my heart
cruising and veering

within a cell of its own
like old times, back when
I thought loving solved
the heaviest of thoughts.

Words don’t speak anymore.
Neither do fleeting glances.
I want futures with you in it.
I want love and nothing more.