i dont know how to address you anymore so i wont.
its been about 4 months since i last heard your voice.
almost 3 since you wished me on my birthday.
i remember the first time i met you like it was yesterday.
you walked towards me.  
nervous smile on your face.
bottle of tequila in your hand.
white shirt.
cherry pants.
suede shoes.
you stood before me.
said hi.
made a joke about shaking hands.
but hugged me like your life depended on it.
let go of me.
walked with me a little.
hugged me again.
like it was oxygen for you.
stood by my side in the elevator.
looking at me.
through your peripheral vision.
that night, we were glued to each other at the hip.
you went down on your knee.
asked me to be yours.
kissed me in front of strangers.
no care in the world.
because yours resided in my eyes.
and mine, in yours.
these eyes of mine,
they’ve built a house of nonchalance
around my heart.
no one can even get a peek
into the glorious mess of feelings
that reside there
for they would never be able to find a key
to the doors
and turn that empty house
into a home