You are
the


Dripping faucet

The crack in an ice cube…



The carpet imprint under a piece furniture
(wehaven’tmovedfor30years)

the strand of hair in cold, stale cup of coffee. . .


a rustling of papers

we slept here,
all of us.

in a white room
with a broken fire place
with writing on the wall



you are the eyes that never close and the lips

i’ve never felt.

Through my mother’s thinning hair,
I see her scalp,
and I realize that I don’t know her at all.


Over and over, like a broken record, with 3 straight glasses of *****,
This boy sat on the floor of the living room, and talked about his relationship,
“it’s a routine, it’s a pattern, you fall into it, and you just never leave.”
but my father walked out, and left me standing in a living room full of boxes,
containing his possessions.


And I held my ***** on my last 12 hour drive,
my last tree smeared, day dream.

Where the colors all come
together in different shades through each leaf.

I left the coffee machine
                          in a garbage bin out on the steps
with a sign that said
                                           "Don't bother, it's broken".

I have been in love with you since the moment
I realized we could sit in silence and eat a meal

Neither struggled for words or reason.

We just,
Sat alone in a booth, together.

My hand bumping yours , my eyes
Are locked on the freckle on your neck,





Loving you, loving her, while she loves him and
We sit in this triangle wishing for someone else.




Please hold my hand, like the nights we walk together late at night,
Those fleeting moments when I’m the girl you love.
Before you throw our feelings back into the dark.



Darling, I will always love those moments

When you’re body stopped me from

rolling out of bed.

And I wake up in the morning to your imprint in the sheets.