Early in the morning,
Laying in bed,
light washing over me,
thoughts floating in my head.

Wondering what it’d be like,
Doubt seeps like morning glow.
What could I say to him?
What might he never know?

- Lost in Translation

on the inside of these walls. Spring never
did call. And summer flew south
for the winter. She’s frostbitten as the meat
in her freezer. It’s been frozen so long it

grew teeth. The floorboards are the only ones
to speak. They hiccup occasionally. But they’ll never
spill her secrets. Dust settles on them, thick as a
woolen blanket. He’s the only warmth she has. Must be

his laughter.  She melts as the words comes
out. Picks them for him as if they were
flowers. She hasn’t much of a garden. But still,
he smiles when she hands him her scant intentions.

I know I'm not worried I'm just upset
Because he doesn't think of me
Because we dated for nearly a year
We were part of each other's lives and now there is a hole
It's fine and I'm over it but it is still there and I acknowledge it,
Accept it,
When he can so easily forget it is there
Not missing him exactly
I'm more jealous of his ability to not miss me
I'm not that upset
Frustrated would be a better word
Yes I know he is gone and out of my life but he isn't just gone
I acknowledge him
I can't help but wonder what his life looks like without me in it
Apparently it looks like Ireland