I miss you I miss you I miss you
I mistook you for
something that could make me happy

and together,
we set each other
on fire,
watched you melt down until nothing but
exhaustion was left.

Did you cry when you left?
Me, sitting there,
you, in-and-out of bookshelves,
trying to find
what?

The memory of us
walking these aisles,
looking for ways
to keep each other
grounded.

Present.

Present me with
a pair of socks to
keep my cold feet warm.
Your cold feet are frozen now.

And I sit there.
You, in-and-out of bookshelves,
finding your answer out the door
because I miss miss miss
mistook you for
someone who could make me
happy.