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Our Lips Were Still Parted

My lips were still parted

 

as I walked heavy hearted

dragging my feet

like darkness,

across a dimly lit street.

 

I stopped 4 times.

 

Four times

between the security gates

and the bed

your scent still slept in.

 

1

You turned to walk away.

I couldn't breathe,

like my lungs had learned

your leaving.

 

I begged you to turn around,

in whispers,

through heaving.

I wondered if they had run me through

the x ray machine,

 

the way they did the rest of your baggage,

 

would they have been able to see it break me.

 

The rungs of my ribs

collapsing

under each step we took apart.

 

my heart sinking in my chest,

like treasure.

 

My hands clenched around each other

if not out of loneliness,

than in prayer

for you,

for yours.

 

(Walk)

 

2

I didn't know where I was going

at first,

I thought my moving, madness.

See?

You wouldn't really go.

 

 

I didn't make it to the elevator.

 

Nothing about me in that moment,

could fit into a box

I couldn't be brought down any further

I couldn't watch the doors close

on the only forever I ever had.

 

Too much symbolism will get to you like that.

 

The way I see you in

clocks and calendars,

still clinging to a countdown

your watch would stop short of.

 

I can still hear mine tick.

 

The way I smell you in

cocoa butter and ocean mist,

our love belonged on a beach

but swam too far from shore.

 

The way I taste you in

red wine and cigarettes,

I was drunk on your stare,

But you know those things will **** you.

 

The way I feel you in

poetry and panic,

praying into my palms

until my body felt holy.

 

Sometimes I write to your God.

 

(Take the stairs)

 

3

I'm outside.

The air is lit like a cigarette.

My body,

frayed

like a fuse.

 

Im bursting at the seems

of a skin that has never quite fit me.

Pounding on the doors of a mind

who can't remember

why?

 

I recalled every moment

you held forever in your eyelids,

then blinked.

When suddenly it hit me,

what if this time you really meant

goodbye?

 

I was trapped in wide open space.

Like the ones between my fingers.

like the one growing in my stomach,

like the one on the other side of the bed.

 

I guess I should have mentioned,

It would **** me if you left.

 

(walk)

 

4

I didn't leave a note this time.

 

But I promise

I had a million words to say to you,

 

I typed them up,

I wrote them down.

Watching each one

rise at my fingertips

and fall at your feet.

 

The way I did.

 

You spoke like family.

You felt like the pages

of my favorite book

when I ran my fingers up your spine.

 

I kept every note I wrote,

this time.

 

I couldn't hide another word

in the soft folds of your suitcase.

 

Secrets never travel well.

 

(Shhh)

 

I touched the door you'd touched before me.

 

Empty rooms are like a boxing ring,

My back was against the ropes

while my eyes fell to the drapes

tracking take-offs like ticket sales.

 

We packed the house.

Our home.

 

As time huffed and puffed

and blew the whole thing

down.

 

I stopped four times.

 

Each time I'd turn back

but when I started,

I'd remember the last time you left

while I watched, heavy hearted.

My lips were still parted.

 

Our lips were still parted.

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Written by
cristin-h
Dominican
Published
Aug 17, 2014
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