Just when I thought I've written you out completely, scratched your memory off the edges of my bones, wrung the imprint of your lips from mine, wretched out every word you ever poured into me, tore your image from the hippocampus of my brain, Just when I thought I had said all there is to say about you, about us, about this, Just when I think I have finally left it all behind, You come back to me.
In my dreams in my late nights in the bottle of wine I force myself to finish in the pack of cigarettes I don't even like smoking in my wandering mind in the short seconds between each day in all of my writing, Your name is always the first thing to be marked down.
Lover, I can't forget I am still spilling your tongue from my mouth You seep through my pores on hot days, the freckles on my face remind me of how you once found constellations in them, you built galaxies in my eyelids, lover, the cleansing is only just beginning.
I am too full on our history There is no empty when it comes to us I will be forever ridding myself of your contents I thought the tidal wave of still missing had passed but here I am drowning again.
Doggy paddling to stay afloat, I have never been very good at swimming. I am still hanging on to the deflated life raft that is your hand, you let go of mine a long time ago, it's about time I do the same.