It's been a long time and it's been a day,
the words I want to write are crammed into the front of my mind but I want them to be shadows in the back,
the tiny flecks of brightened skin you left on my hip remind me where you were and where you are now, not with me.

I know to keep you I have to put you far away,
in order to have you I must remain not yours,
the syntax necessary to speak must contain half the warmth of inflection I wish to place within it,
and the heart I wish to give buried beneath the body I allow you to hold.