I pick apart your bones
just to see if there's any flesh left.
I'm looking for the last of your cologne.
I am looking through your clothes, trying to find one strand of your thread-bare hair.
(Was it ash blonde or ***** blonde? I swear it was more ashy.)
I don't know where I lost you, where I left you, maybe it was in the soft cradle of my bed as you waited for me to turn over the record.
I don't know. I don't know what the curves of the bird bones in your hands look like anymore, and I can say the same about the size of your eyes, watching me always.
But I can tell you I miss you, I miss your head resting on my shoulder. You're so much taller than me, and I can feel myself lowering what I had felt into the ground, and I swear, if you weren't so high, you would have noticed.
(Everyone I love falls asleep.)
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
I pick apart your bones
just to see if there's any flesh left.
I'm looking for the last of your cologne.
I am looking through your clothes, trying to find one strand of your thread-bare hair.
(Was it ash blonde or ***** blonde? I swear it was more ashy.)
I don't know where I lost you, where I left you, maybe it was in the soft cradle of my bed as you waited for me to turn over the record.
I don't know. I don't know what the curves of the bird bones in your hands look like anymore, and I can say the same about the size of your eyes, watching me always.
But I can tell you I miss you, I miss your head resting on my shoulder. You're so much taller than me, and I can feel myself lowering what I had felt into the ground, and I swear, if you weren't so high, you would have noticed.
(Everyone I love falls asleep.)
I had a friend, and then I had a ******
