I often wonder,
How you talk about me.
Is it full of sadness?
Anger?
Does my name taste like
Blood.
Or honey.
Do the memories
Of us
Plague your mind as well?
Do you speak of me
As if I was
The highest mountain top,
Or as if
I was the Marina trench?
Do you look at my social media?
Do you analyze
My every like
My every move
Looking
Pleading for it to be
Something about missing you?

For you,
I speak nothing but kindness.
For you,
Oh you,
Your name is still the sweetest thing
To leave these lips.
You're my every thought.
I wish you would
Miss me.
I want you
To miss me.

The impression
You left on my heart,
Hurts more
by the day.