I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been wanting to ask you
From the day that I met you

We talked and talked
Shared songs
Spoke about jobs
Read poems
Talked about school

We spoke with each other
Through messages
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking

You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?

The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
drowned
in them
all
one
winters
day

Meeting you was an accident,
And
You are the scar
I never want to heal from.

Once when I was drunk
I held my hand to a flame
And it didn’t hurt

You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air