i miss the feeling of kissing your lips
the spark of passion running through my
body sets me aside. i miss the softness,
kissing the waters of st. paul river in lyon, i long
to be back in your arms.

its been too many seconds to count since
i've been cut out from your favorite pictures
and that special place in your drawer
where you used to hide important things
from your parents. place me back there,
i've worked too hard to lose a place in your heart.
i've spilled out my heart and it won't go back in the cup.
i'm a dead fish in the hudson river and i'm gasping for the
last bubble of air and everything is starting to blur away.
catch me.

god forgive me, i've left you for so long searching for myself.