redundancy

routine dilutes me.

makes my motions less fluid, more rigid.

a coffee cup in the kitchen,

half-drunk in haste lies there: still.

rushed hello-how-are-you’s, even faster goodbyes,

do we say what we really mean?

maybe we should tie our hands together,

forever allies.

what to do, what to say,

all distilled into a compact list.

a mistrust adrift through the winds,

was life supposed to be this swift?

i want to be kissed, not quickly, but softly.

i want to hold every memory in the palm of my hand, tightly.

i want, i have, i will.