"Hey"
With your arm around my shoulder
I felt the reds and yellows and peaches
Of a sunset you rode out on
All by yourself.
Can you tell that I hate it
When you pop up on my phone
Instead showing yourself
In the whites of my smile?
Optimism having faded,
The corners of my mouth were sunken ships
At the bottom of a sea of apologies.
Months without you dragged on
Like I imagine lonely stars do
Light years away from loved ones.
Fantasies about you grew worn,
Reused,
Unrealistic.
There is still red ribbon,
At least around me,
Winding and winding around us.
If I can’t find the scissors to cut them,
I’ll have to use my teeth.
They will just have to grow old and move away,
As far as the drive from nowhere to Boston.
Forgive me for welling in your eyes
And running down your cheeks,
I have surely forgiven you.
Physical distance is much worse
When it is blotted,
Inlegible,
Splintered with water webs
Of aqueous solutions
I sincerely hope
That you are rebuilding
Your nest of sunlight,
I just don't want to know
All the excruciating pins
You had to pull out of caramel skin
In order to finally build one.
I'll still wear the things you left me
Like i'll wear tattoos
Of scratches against my brain
Of my own making.
Thank you for teaching me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for never being
On the same page.
Thank you for making no sense
Thank you for making me feel
Like the embodiment of a quote
The air hasn’t had a chance to carry.
When a mirror displays
Every scar that you and I
put there together,
All of them visible
In the jagged green of my eyes,
I'll remember everything.
And I hope I’ll be ok.
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