de lune
she left and i stole her favorite color
powder blue is mine now.
too pretty, too special to get stuck in the sap of last year’s memories
how was that only last year?
and, for the first autumn in forever, happy is here
it’s been so long. it still feels uncomfortable sometimes
stretching the corners of my shrunken septembers
wearing thin the threads of my octobers
making room for itself where there never used to be space
there’s something else, too.
a new girl.
and i wonder how i’m supposed to know what’s missing
is there something missing?
i forget the question when she kisses my neck
so i ask her to kiss my neck more
and i think so much nowadays.
when my brain isn’t swallowed by a grey haze, there’s so much room for my thoughts
i think about kissing her knuckles.
that feels like enough, somehow