it's maize getem for you

i hope that vanilla scent reminds you,
because you're honey-coated and it lingers.
and i brush my fingers
to my lips and drift

off beyond where i forget to remember
where i wish you could join me
where solipsistic apathy
melts to joyous abandon
and i can't force that anymore
because nothing is moving
(i couldn't force it before,
either, but that was soothing)
and i wonder what we'll be doing
years and years and years
from now

if i'll ever have the courage to speak aloud.