under my breath and in my eardrums,
i could hear his voice echoing
like a mirror breaking
repetitively, or
like laughing
into a violin

he always stood with his back straight, and
i found myself always standing on my toes
to reach his height

he was a superhero, to say the least
he could make my coldest day
warm,
he could make my most silent sentence
sing,

when he's in the room with me,
everything about me gets
magnified
(and maybe that's not always a good thing)

i swear that with a single word
he could change me
or bend me
or mend me.

but the bottom line is this:
i just want to hear that he loves me
(or whoever i am when i'm with him)

12/07/2003

Posted on 12/07/2003
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