I* don't love you,
and this is not a poem,

though if I must say,
I wish I was the moon

so you could look up at me
everyday (when I'm still in the sky,
just not visibly there)
and every night

and I wish I was the cup of coffee,
you held up to your lips every evening,
feeling each chiseled curve,
and every layer of the skin
that resided there.

I don't know,
I guess I just wished that I was the things
that touched your skin each day
and/or the things that were in your
every day routine