out of all the cities
and towns that exist in this universe,
why,
why do you have to move back into the same one as me?
was it not enough to have my fingers intertwined
with yours like the blades of grass that
grow within the forest of our minds?
was it not enough to have my eyes peer
up at you,
filled with utter compassion and flamboyance?
was it not enough to have my body pressed
up against your glass-tainted frail frame
as we lay listening to french classical music
at three in the morning?
was it not enough to see the storms that
raged among my bloodshot eyes
after you left my "i love you" without a reply?

maybe im simply used to
the idea that i would always be yours,
to the point where i forgot that
it is utterly possible to lose you.
once again,
this poem makes no sense,
just like my incoherent thoughts
that have your name written all over
them.

{m.j.}