we’re two distances away.
for you, looking down,
arms linked like some chain carrying
a Diamond too heavy for me
to hold, i am but a speck.
but a speck against the dust.
“who are you waving at?”

for me, looking up,
my row is empty:
i hug myself, pretend
my fingers link around a set
stone in my chest, pretend
that i am a Diamond whose
load will be held, a Diamond
upon a velvet pillow: wanted.
i pretend the curtains fall to my
back and that i can collapse against
it.

i lift a hand up.

“hello.”