Miss'd

It sneaks up on me
tip-toed words of wisdom
from mem'ries tucked
behind my ears

Don't touch m'hair
unless it's a reminder
harsh realities ricochet
and the way you don't say
I love you, no matter what

Godsend
don't bend
each end
of my world

Murmur these
permutations
of crimes
you won't
commit

Complicate
this warning
of hearts warring
to compete
for nothing more
than what false
prophets connive
to keep us from
floating

Forget the way
I can miss
the ways we
kiss each tear
for keeps

Trim just the tips
of each and every
strand twisted
not frayed
untangling
from my fingers
expectations
with quick wit
rescuing me
by cutting away
at dead ends