And I'll Go (I)

And I’d have you center stage—proving nature isn’t pain. Meanwhile,
I’m on the ground with letter blocks building a tower that says, “I
love you.” That’s the soul-mate in me. You’re the soul-mate in me.
You’re the soul I am longing for when I yell, “Where is she, where
is she!?” I have already written a letter to Stan. Told him that I
didn’t need another plan. That I have shopping bags full of the
scenes you bring into me. Out of me. My forever muse. Even your
heartbeat is art. I’m going to record it someday and use it as my
metronome whenever I’m feeling lonesome, or when I am missing you.
I Swear. I can’t call it a library if you’re not in it. I think the
flowers must have been dreaming when they made you.