love sick

i guess i was already sick
before we met
maybe you had your suspicions
or maybe my diseased cells inside
were receptors picking up pain-frequencies
from your own raw-radio.
But we stood atop a mountain
and all was quiet
we sat, in silence
and enough was said.

Wasn't that healing enough?

I guess I can't blame you for
my falling a little further apart
Inflamed lungs, so close
to an overinflated, or underachieving heart.
I wonder if compassion & freedom is only found
in forgiving it all, even the one who
sprinkled soil on me
when I was reaching for the sky.