Monotony

Not wallowing in the monotony of “I love you,”

because there are still stars tonight.

I don’t think either of us would mind—

if tomorrow’s truths still slipped from each other’s lips.

“I miss you”—

like missing something white…

dandelions, or peonies, or forget-me-nots.

And maybe, with their snickers—

If you’re leaving,

please take with you

the ramblings of a man

alone in this moment.

In the dead of night,

inside strangers’ heads,

I just want to hold you—

even if I’m the only one who does.