there is no sun shining today,
but somehow the ocean still finds a color to cling to--
a muddy blue.
perhaps it is reflecting on itself.

you taught me that blue
is the warmest shade of lonely,
and that the blues
can cure just about anything,
but feeling sorry for yourself
will only make you more sorry.

there are entire days that i spend
thinking only of you,
and your words;
wishing
and missing coffee kisses in the train station.
in the train station,
you said “jump in my suitcase."
you were kidding.
i would have.

i’m too young for “impossible” to be so easy to pronounce;
rolls from my lips like native tongue,
i’m too young to be heartbroken already.
my spirit shouldn’t deflate this easy.
why did fate let me love you so easily?

it isn’t summer anymore,
but it isn’t fall yet either.
i pray that my heart will turn with the seasons,
and that my tears will fall away with the leaves.

i used to believe that loneliness was only
the distance you are from yourself.
i didn’t think anyone else could play a factor.
but bleeding and boneshed
in the deepest bed of hurt i have ever lay,
i have begun to measure loneliness as the distance i am from you.
rather, the distance i am from home.