Your eyes divert to the ground anytime Im near,
the corners of your mouth raise and your eyes gleam whenever she is;
the same way they did when you would whisper into my shoulder:
I love you.

I can smell your hate for me,
I can see it written onto my skin.
All the places I let your hands wander,
where your lips traced: they ache and throb.

My eyes are swollen and
red from an ache for your
return; a plea for the soft
spoken lover I once held
in the dark of my room to
come crawling back out
of my closet.

I still try to find you in every ocean I go to.

I lay my body beneath the rip currents,
Under the waves and the sand.

All I find is a mouthful of sand
And a realization that
You will not come back.

I am sitting in the middle of my room
the walls are bare,
there’s a shadow of where my bed used to be:
The stain of where we breathed each other in:
let hands wander in the dark.

I couldn't keep the details the same;
The walls have our story written on them
The floors creak your name when stepped on
The ceiling whispers in the dead of the night what it has witnessed.

The dent you left behind in my bed is still warm.
Your scent wraps around my waist when I lie down at night,
Suffocating me.

You dropped the pencil and tore up the paper;
made me erase it and toss it away.
Only, I can’t pick up the eraser,
and the trash can is