sunken in couches at coffee shops
have been loved too much
by too many

cushions gone lumpy
legs that can no longer support weight
coffee stains that will never come out

though there’s been many that have loved it
there hasn’t been one that has loved it enough

The watch I gave you on our 3rd year anniversary has suddenly stopped working


I wonder if our time is up too

much like the sea glass that I wear on my ring
I too was rough

broken from its whole
sharp edged
too jagged to be held
eventually discarded

it wasn’t till the rough seas shaped me
eroded my body
smoothed my soul
drove me to the shoreline

then
I found my worth

from man made debris
to a nature shaped treasure
I have been molded by my environment
polished into a gem
smooth enough to be held
nice enough to be kept

I need a doctor that will write a prescription for your kisses

like CPR for the soul

nothing is more healing

than your lips on mine

there are mornings where I shoot up from bed
certain that I felt your lips on my collarbone

on these mornings
my routine starts off the same

scan the room
rush to my full length mirror
trace my fingertips over the ridge

searching for any sign
some warmth
a lip outline

anything tangible
anything to make
you real again

with goose bumps still crawling down my arms
I jump back under covers
hoping to jump back

to you
and your lips

you're so good at telling stories

you forgot which one you're in

i'll always listen to you rant after a long day

i won't share any details of that night out

i'll always have room in my life for you and your son

i won't tell your boyfriend about that kiss

i'll sprinkle your ashes over the river and in the ocean breeze

i won't talk about your addiction

our hiding spot will remain hidden

i'll marry you

pinky promise
what you speak in whispers
is safe with me