I hope she kisses you
With closed lids
Because when you leave
She’ll find you
In others’ lips

I look for you
For your freckled face
In every crowded place

I search for you
For your butterfly kiss
In others drunken lips

I try to find you
Find your tenderness
In all of life’s madness

I try to face you
Face your decision
With ears that refuse to listen

I search for you
For your meaning
For the answer to your leaving.

It’s September
And I miss him
Like my brain misses oxygen

It’s September
And I’m waiting for him
Like layers wait for the cold bite
Of December

It’s September
And I wish he was here
Because I have long stretches of time
And there’s nothing that I want more
Than time with him

It’s September
And I find myself
Wishing for February
So that he can
Be mine

I imagine
That we would build moments
Between our fingertips

I see our lips connecting
Colliding, fumbling
Beneath my eyelashes

In the stillness
Our hearts would race

Beating heavy and constant
In the space between us

I imagine that maybe
Our elbows would bump

Or our knees would knock
Your world colliding with mine

Maybe lying next to you
Is only poetry

Hold the line
Please hold the line
It ended that night

My battery’s low
I need some juice
A reboot

Recharge my heart
It’s wasted
Placid

My lungs fill
With smoke
But there’s no fire

Ignite a spark
In my bones
They’re tired

Recharge my heart
It’s wasted
Placid

My battery’s low
I need some juice
A reboot

Hold the line
Please hold the line
Give me another line
This one’s dead