the gallon of arizona green tea that you only drank a fraction of. the salt and pepper potato chips you meant to eat, but only did so in the dream i had last night. the unmade bed that was still unmade when you flew back home, the one i still cannot bring myself to make. the dyed green hairs i keep finding around the house. the way you always pronounced 'mosquito' as 'mosk-it-toe' on purpose, and how you pronounced my cat's name 'sullumun' instead of 'solomon' on accident. the partially closed closet door from the morning i drove you to the airport. the faint smell of your sweat on my pillow left because of your hyperhidrosis. the flannel you wore and the longsleeve shirt you doused in your aftershave, that is three sizes too big for me to realistically wear. the empty taco bell cups in my car from your fourth day here. the empty shopping bags from our impromptu mall trip. the polaroids you really wanted to keep, but we couldn't find when you packed. the pieces of you that you never meant for me to keep that i keep piecing together as though, like an alchemist, i could make you appear again though i cannot, and you are not here, you are gone.
youre giving me so much more inspiration than i think you intended
Cut it into fourths, Into eighths, And twelfths, Forget of what it used to be, As you destroy its real form, Rendering it now, fractions upon the ground, The ways of man, Never leave this world, Even if humanity does.
I fell in love with you in fractions, At first it was simply with your shy awkwardness, The way our silences were never filled, And that was absolutely ok. And then it was with your face, The stubble on your chin, The way your eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, And how you look me in the eye when we talk. That was followed by the way you held me, Our bare chests pressed against each other, Your hands softly caressing my back, And how you would whisper the sweetest things, Into my left ear. And finally I fell in love with the way you didn't love me, And I was so painfully filled with love for you, That every fiber of my being begs for you to feel it, Too.