if all i can do for now is dog-ear pages
of memories of you, then i'll stow our love
in letters and notes. i'll let language sing
and melodies speak. but on the day i smell
your cologne and smile, when your photos
dry the tears they well now, i will know. and i
will peel apart glued fists that kept your love
flowing fresh in my veins for all this time, with
white knuckles and rosy cheeks. my palms house
shards of sea-glass mosaics i gathered, that you
had left behind. i'll align each color and weld the pieces
but that shape will never click to fit the gaping sinkhole
where you used to live in my heart. and with a full bellied
gust, i will send the shards sailing like dandelion wishes.
and all the best parts of you will collide with torn up hearts
and clattered souls, and i will watch your white and blue
and red rise up with the sunrise, then fall like heaving chests
and i'll sit cross legged in the sand and watch you grow
in all the hearts and souls by my side, and i will
feel you, forever tattooed and sunken deep into my skin.