What could
of mattered
most to
us is
now lost,

amongst the
paper towns
of your life
and all
of the
tumbleweeds
that leave
rolling
nowhere.

bottom of
the bottle
time to
tell myself

sober up!

about our
relationship,

have a
reckoning
with  the
moon and
stars that
we used
to dance back
and forth
upon every
night.

time to
empty my
tears for
you in this
waste paper
basket next
to my computer.

where sad
poems go
to die.

and now I am
left without
you.

and all of
the diamonds that
you held
in your
eyes.

and your
wet hot
kisses
that seem
to last
forever.

when first
light was
everything,

and naked
was our
flesh as
one.