Maybe one day we’ll end up together.
Sharing a bed and talking about what we want for dinner.
Immersed in a mundane magic
A routine ecstasy
That’s all I want for you and me

You watch his tired eyes and matted hair
A paper coffee cup, an unfinished poem
He is inside the trappings of a panoply
Twitching a calloused finger towards discomposure
Watching as what is not there makes itself ever more present
Staring as moth wings of yearning marry the air
Letters scarce and doubt plentiful
Despondence is the new norm
The next day his seat is empty
A stranger takes his place
You watch her tired eyes and matted hair

romeo save me i've been feeling so alone
i keep waiting for you but you never come
is this in my head ? i don't know what to think he
knelt to the ground and said ******* i actually think you're pretty stupid and it was a joke the whole time and i'm kinda sick of you now so i'm gonna leave okay bye ****

but it didn't matter because
new years day
came and went and
i'm not picking up bottles with you
i'm still at the restaurant
sitting in the corner i haunt
cross legged in the dim light
they say what a sad sight
i stayed there
dust collecting in my pinned up hair
and you weren't waiting at our old spot
in the treeline by the gold clock
i know because i checked there first

i'm trying to make myself digestible
i'm trying to make myself easy to love

it feels like life is an inside joke
and i'm left out of it