This morning,
I called Mars
Murphy
multiple times
before making note
of my mistake,
which made me
mull over
just how much
you’ve managed
to monopolize
my mind,
and how much
I don’t mind
how much
you already mean
to me,
mere weeks
after first meeting.
Make no mistake,
we’ll make mistakes
in mindless moments and
most likely some
emotional mismanaging,
But I know we’ll keep moving,
mindfully motivated
to maintain
our momentum,
our meaning,
our mattering,
our perpetual motion,
maybe
marching
in step,
maybe
momentarily
out.
No matter
how maddening
this may be,
I aim to
maintain
the motivation
to remain
enamored with and
amazed by the
manner in which
all the seemingly
meaningless moves
we’ve made
managed
to make
our meeting
so meaningful;
the motivation
to remember that
our momentums
moved us toward
our momentous meeting,
which made a
monumental mark
on me,
moving me
to make sure
my motivations
remain unmarred
to make it
more possible
to move forward
aimed at
making more
and more
memories,
making more
and more
meaning,
making amends
amidst mistakes,
meaning more
and more,
making more
and more
matter
with less
and less,
more or less,
until we meet
our mortal fates
and merge with
whatever made us
matter
in the first place.
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