For Fixation Who Loves Me Back poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry

The evening dips –
Dips into mourners blue
Like Childhood’s perfect paint.

Fury.
Fireflies
Flash like tiny cameras.

A lonely car
Swishes its windy way down
The real road.

You –
You pop your smiling
Cushion face out the window.

Now you shrink
Into
Depths of distance –

But there you go again.
Again.
And again.

Fury.
Fireflies.
You.

Tell me
Fixation my friend
Where may I turn?

You drive by again –
Waving in my still fragile face
The friendship bracelet

You so faithfully
Wear
Around your skinny wrist.

Fury.
Passion.
Fireflies.
Friendship.
You.

And who
Is this “Fury?”
She’s the one who captivates
My peachy hand.
She clutches it and grabs me when

The sky –
Adorned in its evening
Mourners blue –

Veils over me
And my mind
Out of my Lovesick grasp:

My desperate desire for Sadness
Who
May never find me.

As my friend –
My sweet Childhood’s friend –
You

Show me the sky –
Show me its blues –
Of Sadness

But lock it away from me.
And
Why?

But Fixation
I love you
Anyway.

Now
Our peachy hands hug.
We smile our toothless smiles

In unison.
Our matching friendship bracelets
Ring

Around our frail wrists
Like twins –
Like the sisters we are.

Gold hearts dangle from them
And clink together
Like keys.

Mine says “Be.”

Your says
“Mine.”aboutch