we fall in and out of shape like
raindrops beating on
your windows,
and
I wonder
if you like to jump
in puddles like I do, or if
you hide under
umbrellas
with
the rest,
afraid of storms?

we were nothing
but caffeine and lipstick
promises in
black and white
on sheets of paper
never signed
despite a leaky
ballpoint pen--blue--
like your eyes
when we said
goodbye
and
sometimes I
write in ink and
you occur to me
in smudges between
letters and broken
thoughts
because

I live on
with no regrets

I still feel
guilt for yours

you
can paint
in the spaces
between
my thoughts

and
I'll patch
up the holes
between
your dreams

you
can call

me
whatever you
like
so long as
I

can call
you

*mine