if our love is a thought experiment, i am done speculating

lover, you ask how you can miss / what you’ve never touched. i dream of / flurries of birds surrounding me, / fluttering, my body as verb. / & i wake with ache stagnant in my hair / right where the birds were. / i think you can miss anything / you can name, the feeling / like ultraviolet light. / & so i miss you. / i miss you. my neck / has never held so many crooks / without your comfort. & the glowing? / so many poets write of glow worms / & i always wonder about their meaning, if it’s true / that soldiers used their light to read maps / in the dark. is that all we ever are, / just orbs that help each other home? / i suppose there’s still romance / in the brilliance. i imagine us / hand-in-hand as we navigate through forests / & we stumble, losing one another in the lush / & i miss you / & you answer / & together we beat all the soundless myths of trees.