Dear Adaline,
Did you hear my call -
and do you ever miss at all:
our Sundays on the porch steps -
my name just slipping off of your lips?
It's 6pm I'm all alone,
you left me so I'm on my own -
I left a message - did you hear? -
I guess if not I'll leave it here.

Your poetry was too offbeat.
The words you spoke, places we'd meet -
I tore them all out of my brain,
still they cross my mind--
time, time again.
Your sloppy hugs, your breath so sweet -
sweet, so shallow in my sheets.
Our love was all so clumsy, see -
even oak branches release leaves:
200 years, from 80 feet.

But you did not just release me -
you threw me out to clumsy seas.
The tide was rough, the ocean screamed -
and so did I between your teeth.
You chewed me like you didn't care -
your heart was gone, no love was there.
I know it was a short affair -
but Adaline, I was so scared.