Dear foreign lover of mine
it appears to be that you boarded
the first flight out of this ******* town
and left your bags under my eyes
I can’t seem to keep my head up anymore
with the weight of your burnt bridges
bruising my bones
I’ve been dreaming of you so often
it’s as if you’ve made a contract deal
with my conscience to torment me
in the darkest parts of my mind
For you see, my cheeks have begun to hollow out
without the weight of your name on my tongue no longer
and my tongue, a paint brush
in the monotonous catalog of blank canvases
refuses to add any color to this dreary
schematic on the obstruction of my smile
the velcro has been stitched tight
industrial grade and auctioned off
like a cemetery plot
I’ve been visiting them quite often recently
searching for some sort of comfort
my knees have begun to ache
arthritis on the bearing of the ship
headed straight for the water full of capsized memories
and drug induced hysteria
I am lost in the echo of the clamoring mermaids
chanting your name
and I am simply traveling with forlorn fingertips
and an apology for a shadow.