technicolor epistolary

from these words your resurrection comes
like a flightless bird in winter
text beats the miles
disappearing into nothing
like long distant voices do
reverberations long stopped
in beds while we construct you
evidences of love
three years of telephone charges
your voice caught in our throats
every single time
cease wandering the impossibility
endless planes deliver us to your couch
to write the waiting from a closer view
instead
the wait creates the myth
not you we’ve already decided
regardless of the wires between
in this or any bed
we make you rise
like atlas balancing the world
just enough pressure
we’ll all come tumbling down