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Chameleon Feb 22
I drive in circles around our
hometown,
looking for you in every gas station
parking lot.
Luckily you’re never there.
I still get that feeling in my gut
sometimes because you haunt
me.
I still wonder if you ever miss me,
if you can’t get my face out of
the back of your head.
I know it’s for the best because
I don’t cry anymore.
In fact I breathe easier too.
But there are still
plenty of times
I still wish that maybe it
could have been you.
Chameleon Feb 15
When I see two people
who are truly in love,
they fit like a complete
puzzle.
You can tell that they’re meant
to be.
They make sense,
they vibe the same.
I am unsure if he was my
missing piece.
I do believe you can lose
that if you’re not careful.
And we were not careful at all.
Which is why one might say
he wasn’t mine.
It should come naturally,
easy.
I don’t know if I have a missing piece.
Maybe I’m not missing anything
at all.
Chameleon Feb 13
I still have his favorite
hooded sweatshirt.
I was meant to give it back
when I went to get my things.
But I couldn’t hand it over.
I left it unspoken in the
backseat of my car that day.
It’s all I have left.
The only thing that feels
like him.

I drove home from work
in tears tonight
and I saw that hoodie in my room
when I came in the door.

I held it tight against me
and sobbed into it.
It shouldn’t be here though.
Because neither is he.
Chameleon Feb 13
The sky lit up different
shades of pink and purple,
yellow and orange.
I could hear the stars singing
that every little thing
is going to be alright.

So instead of folding; I am
sitting in front of my fireplace
with a gin and coke,
listening to music I’ve been
avoiding.

Some day I won’t be sad anymore.
Right?
Chameleon Feb 12
I know now that I will never
be fully over you.
Just a glimpse through
the windshield was enough
for my eyes to sting,
and my heart to sink.
I miss you more every second.

I can only hope you
miss me a fragment of how much
I miss you.

But I think that you’re okay.
Which I guess I should be happy for you.
That you are not carrying this weight
around.
I guess I kinda wish you did
because maybe then that would mean
you still love me too.
Chameleon Feb 9
Life is changing as quickly
as Ohio weather.
I can feel it in the warm breeze
we have today.

Spring always brings the possibility
of a new chapter,
just depends on whether or not
I’m willing to jump.

This time I don’t have a choice,
the way back has done grown over
with thorns and fallen trees.
So it looks like I’m going to jump.
Chameleon Feb 6
I heard someone say that
they feel excited about the potential.
The inevitable new love that
will come
instead of letting the darkness in
that heartbreak can bring.

I like that.
I’ve felt that a few times.
When the man I’m talking to
says, how’s work going lady?
And tells me he felt lucky to
have had a messy couch hookup
ten years ago.

I know it’s out there.
Love is waiting for me to be
ready again.
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