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i have fallen in love

with the boy

surrounded by christmas lights

while his fingers

(even when they only lightly touch the piano keys

it is a sound you can hear lightyears away)

make profound statements

out to the universe.

his voice trembles in the lower registers

it rumbles somewhere behind my lowest rib bone

there is a boy

(i suppose he is a man now

but i knew him as a boy)

that seems to have taken

all the pretty things that can hurt you so bad

and shrunk them into his chest.

they pitter-patter on the back of his spine

until he frantically expels them

with the valiant pen and paper.

his voice catches as he takes a deep breath

but i'll untangle it loose.

let it go, my love.

spill your guts out to the stars.

let them take back what is meant for them.