I hope one day it will fade
Like the breath or smudged finger print
on a freezing window on a car
that’s driving a little too fast
I hope that one day you find her
Whether that’s me or she or we
never speak again,
at least I know you’re happy
I hope you remember
I hope my eyes are burned into your membranes and every night
when you fall asleep you see a flash of blue
and feel a sting of red
I hope I am the forget me not and the remember me always
I’ve always been the stranger flower in the garden,
but you loved that
I hope you love yourself
like I loved you
Fully, compassionately, with a loss of all fear—
soaring on the wings
of child-like faith
I loved you like I loved Santa,
the tooth fairy and
the Easter bunny—
I loved you like
I knew
you weren’t real
I loved you like
I knew
you couldn’t stay—
But love yourself in a new way
Love yourself within the steely
strength of a thousand straight backbones
A thousand concrete cubes
A thousand “I love you”s
You were my first kiss
of the old year
and my last poem
of the new
please tell me
I
didn’t waste my new words
on you.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
I hope one day it will fade
Like the breath or smudged finger print
on a freezing window on a car
that’s driving a little too fast
I hope that one day you find her
Whether that’s me or she or we
never speak again,
at least I know you’re happy
I hope you remember
I hope my eyes are burned into your membranes and every night
when you fall asleep you see a flash of blue
and feel a sting of red
I hope I am the forget me not and the remember me always
I’ve always been the stranger flower in the garden,
but you loved that
I hope you love yourself
like I loved you
Fully, compassionately, with a loss of all fear—
soaring on the wings
of child-like faith
I loved you like I loved Santa,
the tooth fairy and
the Easter bunny—
I loved you like
I knew
you weren’t real
I loved you like
I knew
you couldn’t stay—
But love yourself in a new way
Love yourself within the steely
strength of a thousand straight backbones
A thousand concrete cubes
A thousand “I love you”s
You were my first kiss
of the old year
and my last poem
of the new
please tell me
I
didn’t waste my new words
on you.
