You make me want to write

cliche after cliche.

I want to own a sentence that wraps

Love inside of its skeleton.

I saunter down Smith Street
looking inside Gutter Pipes.
I am searching for sidetracked
Emotions.

I realised I loved you in your absence
when your stillness was
Deafening and yet
Silent simultaneously.

I found the Gutter Pipe Emotion
the dirty one that sticks out and
is caked with heavy
Heart feelings.

It aches like a throbbing finger
A skeleton of desire that saunters
Smith Street
Merely searching for Gutter Pipes
of Emotion.