little bumps
occasional texts
inside jokes
subtle sparks
tiny smiles
sudden kisses

and then

nothing

those crinkles in your eyes
when you smile
or laugh uncontrollably

that knowing look
when you turn to check
to see if i'm having fun

these times when it's just us
and i love it
but i don't know what you think

this little bubble between us
of almost closeness
that i wish i could burst

Dry comfort this,
That losing reads bitterly against
Both our tongues.

Devotion was  a moment
When I loved you for existing,
For breath and sleep and talk.

It exists, still.
Somewhere deep away from you,
Or it will revive and burn
Just watching you sit.

A lovely night.
Perched on porch rails,
Beautiful in half-light is my man.
Come crickets: Spell and spill a symphony
As I watch him,
Living in a glow which is not mine,
No, never; Earth is not so generous
With me.

I have come
      and bound the stars into your hands.
My constellation echoes
   Because you are.
I am not just one
          Ruined,
This is devastated
           Dancing around forsaken.
Nothing willing, but consenting.
   And you are, (to me)
Sky and freedom worthwhile and I
Bind the stars to your hands
To mark you my universe.

There is no fault here,
Instead let me catch
Your whisper,
Hold it with mine
Under the skin, almost
Like a love.

Phone freezes,
27 seconds ago,
You message me,
But we quickly go,

Is there a better word for almost?
Whatever it is it's us,
From nothing to something,
In the space of a dusk,

I lied but it was only to get the truth,
You must understand that,
Anyway you won't know,
We were done in 27 seconds flat.

If I write it down
Maybe I'll stop thinking about you
And all the things
I wish I knew.

The names I would've called you
The nicknames you called me
Our talks of foreign films and ghosts
And your love of 1960s.

It's too far now
It's been a month since we spoke
And we could've had what we wanted
If I didn't need to know.