I remember
how it felt
to give
a ****.

It’s been a long time
since I last wrote
to you.

You didn’t bother
to check-in
on me.

So tonight
I write to you.

*******.

Wasted
and wasted,
I’d **** for hydration.

Lift those beams
above the clouds,
so I may drink
from your heavens.

I ****** in the corner over there,
below the lamp post
where we shared our first kiss.

I scratched our initials
into the steel pillar.

It felt good,
claiming that light post
for your next lover
to whiff out.

I woke up today,
forgiving myself
for letting you leave
with an empty stomach.

Wasted
and wasted,
I’d **** for hydration.

What a blessing,
to lift your beams
above the clouds,
giving way to your heavens.

I gained consciousness, slowly opening my eyes to a kaleidoscope of beaut.

Her soft pink lips revealed her perfect teeth as a stalk of some sort danced in it as it balanced between her left thumb and index. I could not make out the rest of her beautiful brown face, but I knew I didn't need to see more.

She was perfect.

She asked if I was okay; I nodded as I slowly fell back into the void.

When I rose again, she was no more.

I don't remember my name, but I know I fell in love.