origami

i got ready for your return and it was colorless,
just a little sprig of dizziness
the staggering quality of dazzling freedom fireworks,
when i dragged myself out of that spacious slumber
without you on the side,

but that was all.
so i will get up,
get all dressed up, and
put on, fold
my
sleeves

on a shirt that you've seen before,
(it fits me well.)
but do not recognize...
and in response to this,
i smile a little, become the crinkles near the collar,
my hands search the pockets for safety,
my pockets (the only person i trust now)
hold these hands safely.

this shirt is becoming of me, all 'worn out',
and together we are desperately concealing,
appropriately revealing, staring at the ceiling,
fold-
ed
sleeves full of feeling

neatly pressed like envelopes,
paper lips on the verge of unsealing
a bold declaration
(of independence,)
that without you, (i fold my heart aside,
out of sight
until)
there is nothing left to hide.