I didn't get to say goodbye.
Again.
Not in the way I wanted to.
Not in the way that made clear as the glass
you shattered,
that this
was temporary.
Not in the way that I could promise you that every firing neuron in that beautiful brain
lights up your eyes
like shooting stars.
You think like the sky.
Not in the way that came anywhere near answering WHY?
Not in the way that stitched every I love you on the tip of my tongue together
into so big a blanket
I could swear,
you would never feel cold.
Not in the way that apologizes for maps making miles into inches
that should only equal minutes
But you realize once you're in it,
wading through the hearts that could never find their way,
objects on maps are further than they appear.
Much like the face that i see in the mirror.
I wish I was there.
I wish you were here.
I hope you don't hate me
But I'm grateful to the sea.
For catching you gently
before rocking you to sleep
in the arms of a stranger
who in saving you,
saved me.
Like I am grateful to light
and time
and airbags
and the dark side of miracles.
I am not a religious person.
But if you dont believe in guardian angels,
then I have to believe in mine.
Because I,
sellfishly,
cannot lose you
one
more
time.
My heart knows my throat like the inside of it's cage
because that is where it found you,
where I find it when I sit
and I miss you,
warming the words I always said I'd say.
So until I do,
stay.
If it makes the space seem smaller,
I have written you so many unsent letters
that if I lay every word down end to end
I could build you a bridge
that wrapped three times around the moon
So we could at least pretend,
I'd see you soon.
A bridge,
strong enough to hold you
and the fifty tons of memories
that ware you like waves,
Crashing against your ribs
in a storm
Where no heart is safe.
I'm sorry you wake in sandy sheets
That no matter how high you climb
there's a beach at your feet.
But not a single broken piece of you
will ever be sand
no part of your spirit
was made from this land.
You are one hundred percent sky
spread between two precious hands
And I'm just a star,
who followed a bridge to the moon.
I'll see you soon.
I'll see you soon.