20/chalk outline

Instead of writing about you, 

I write about everything else.

I circle my feelings for you like

they’re a chalk outline of a body

at a crime scene, and I gaze at

you like somewhere in your face 

I’ll find the answer to the puzzle

I’m feeling, but I never do.

So instead of writing another 

poem about not being able to 

understand what I want, I write 

about everything else I 

possibly can- I’m just

not ready to analyse this 

crime scene. I’m just not

prepared to follow this chalk

trail to the person I know it’ll

lead back to: you. you. you.