I write one to three poems about you a night
On the days I write only one
It’s because I’m drowning in tears and I can’t think of what else to say in between screaming at the ceiling and hoping you’ll be out front
On the days I write three or more a night it’s because I’m trying to make sure you see what pain looks like
I’m trying to make sure you see words mean something
And throwing up memories isn’t any better but it’s all I have left
On days I write more and more about you I wonder if you fell too
On days I write more and more about you I become a zombie stuck on every word I have yet to say
Even if you stopped reading these
I know you might get tired of me
But I still need you like air
And forest fires could not burn brighter than you
And I hope rooms too big for one will make you miss me one day
I hope wedding bells will make you remember our first meeting
I hope writings and poems will tell you how much I loved you
I hope you see that one day

(v.m)