do leaves wither
without a cause
or do they loosen their grip
when the branch grows tired
does love fade
without a pause
or does it dim slowly
like a room forgetting its light
do plants dance
without wind
or are they answering
a touch we cannot see
does the wind blow
without reason
or is it fleeing
from an unseen fire
why does ketchup
not taste like sauce
why does almost
never taste like enough
if i quit
is it loss
or just a doorway
changing walls
i was born to win
not the race
but the becoming
if i burst
throw me snow
my heart has carried
too much summer
bruised by love
bruised by kindness
still
i trust
i was playing it cool
cool like silence
cool like pretending
i was not running
but you
you ran
you became first
and i
i am still here
learning
how to breathe



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