before you came here and before I came here


he must have sat us down, two children, or two souls
two lights or two bodies and we looked down at winding
roads and our mothers or fathers and he probably said a lot
of things or a few, but in it he must have said we would meet
and part and we probably just smiled and said okay just


okay.

It's 10:36 Pm.




I had a dream two days ago and if it were a photo
it'd be a snapshot of browned notebook paper, all
the things I've ever written about you beside a vase
of flowers

You came out of an anger so deep and hugged me, I
said
i k n o w  t h i s  i s  j u s t  a  d r e a m but I miss you
and I felt my nose brush the bottom of your earlobe
you held me by the shoulders and told me you didn't
know.

but
i
like
the
way
my
skin
feels
under
your
hands

I hope she has my hair
I hope she has my hair
that when her curls fall
across your face you hear
my voice, my sigh, a laugh
that when her curls fall
across your face you hear
my voice, my sigh, a laugh

I only know how to love you
in ways that hurt, that feel
like scraped knees and


dropp
                i
                     n
                          g


skittles on the floor,
stubbed toes,
****** nose,
chest x-ray
came back negative
because I gave everything that
was in there to you so they had
nothing to see in the doctor's
office. My heart was never
really mine to have, anyway.