tell me back,
make me miss the things that never were,
make me wish for something that already was.
bring me back to where it all started,
to the time when we began.
tell me about the ways the horizon line bends
and that you still think it looks like the crease in your elbow when the right light hits it,
how the memories are current and we, together, are right now.
make me know i am here.
give me the only lines you can remember from the only book you’ve ever liked,
make me feel the first time you laughed with me and how the house shook
every day for a year after.
make me remember the way you touched my skin when we danced under the streetlight,
where we were far from the dock but the waves still crashed into us.
tell me about the way our love was a straight shot to the stars,
where we were bent but only slightly,
where missing you was only used in the context of “I’ll see you soon”
and not “you haven’t looked at me in months”.
tell me back,
make me believe promises are still whole
and that we are too.