Maybe he lets me in
Because he knows how I adore him

But at least he lets me in

- p. winter

our lips don’t touch, they only sigh,
your arms hang limp, not ‘round my waist,
you laugh and face away, and I
would rather die than know the taste
of what outside my reach does lie

- p. winter

“You will be missed.”
You have been all along.

- p. winter

How long does it take
To fall out of love?
I count the hours,
With both eagerness
And dread.

- p. winter

and so it begins,
and so healing unravels,
and so i succumb

- p. winter

perhaps i only miss
feeling desirable
feeling beautiful
feeling valuable

feeling like someone somewhere
looked at me and saw more than
noise and fear

perhaps i only miss
who you made me think i could be

she left when you did

- p. winter

once upon a time
he would have pulled me down the hallway
away from all their eyes
just to hold me for himself

now we pass each other
without speaking a word
separated by all that we
will never again be

- p. winter