In the quiet of the night,
it's when my mind can't seem
to keep quiet.
Running at a hundred miles with no
stopping.
Head spinning and mouth
drying,
stomach turning with
non-stop reminders of the
what if's and never know.
All the things I shouldn't think
of.
- dizzy.

My auburn lips
stained your cheek
as the leaves fell
the afternoon of our
second date.
You held me close on
winter nights as we
watched stand up.
You stopped picking
flowers from your
backyard as spring
passed us by just to
leave me like a hot
mess under the
summer sunlight.
-seasons.

I tried to forget your face
While he was touching me
But your always waiting at the bottom of the bottle.
And in the folds of my pillowcase

Each night since he left
I trace your words on my skin
I memorize the curve of the L
And try to imagine what you would say

But the truth is I haven’t the slightest clue
You never worried about men, so it seemed.
I wish you had taught me how.