Can dahlias be blue?
I sat  by and watched idly
the morning sun brought three letters
to your face
and i traced their ridges
i swear i could feel your tongue
right then and there

if only i was brave enough to touch you
under the covers, under the silk duvet
then i guess you didn't have to
pack the yellow suitcase
the same one where i put in temporarily
the pinecones we gathered when
you finally had the guts
to tell me you dreamed about me

i watched you swat away
the remains of the night sweats after
i told you that this cannot happen
you are the lone sun and
i am the goosebumps across children's skin
you thrive in the warmth and i
am an unknown climate

i rolled away from you and closed my eyes
past the curtain and the drapes
i listened to your footsteps
echoes of uncertainty looming ahead
the tiled floor
it is very fitting these floors remind me of the
front porch steps
where i last saw my father

i lost you right then like i lost you
a couple of lifetimes before
you were reborn of the same bed
and i am still a coward