We don't understand.
Each day you are thought of more.
You are not only forgotten but missed.
Our memories are to cherish.
You are in a place better.
Being nothing but happy.

We are anything but happy.
No one will ever understand.
We are not better.
You were so special to us and everything more.
Everyday is meant to cherish.
Everyday should be happy.

Never did I know someone could be this missed.
Our bodies lack being happy.
And now we have nothing to cherish.
I want to forget but also understand.
It gets harder everyday more and more.
Eventually things will become better.

Will we ever get better?
How much are you missed?
What can we do more?
Are you happy?
When will we ever understand?
That you are no longer here to cherish.

Is it still okay to cherish?
Will that make us better?
Now we are finally able to understand.
Do you realize how much you are missed?
We are finally able to be happy.
Can we take any more?


Today I wish you were here even more.
We would together still cherish.
We would be exceptionally happy.
We would be so much better.
You would no longer be missed.
We would finally understand.

Can you tell us how to understand & get better?
We were happy when we could cherish our memories.
Everyday is the day we miss you more than ever.

and here i am again
at the intersection
of pedestrian language
& old wives tales
swallowing gum
like 7 year memories
opening umbrellas inside
cause i can't seem get away
from all of this rain
i ******* with my left hand
cause i was told
back in highschool that
"it feels like someone else is doing it"
it gets me wondering
about the difference between
losing you and finding out
that some one else found you
or my sleep
or lack thereof
its starting to tear me apart
i keep having this dream
where you are in
an unfamiliar body of water
trying to wash my poetry
off of your hands
or the one where
something happens in my chest
every time you sit
on someone else's bed
i'm tired of feeling like something you've misplaced
but don't have the heart
to look for anymore
tired of you saying my name
like you're trying to bury it
i'm tired of wondering
if you can tell the difference
between the absence
of my voice & silence
the other day
i almost started sobbing
at work when a woman
asked me about
our equipment
i was explaining how
things come apart
and almost mentioned your name
it made me think
of how you used to say
things like "what would you do
if i showed up on your doorstep
one day?" now, i haunt
the windows in my house
i don't leave for weeks at a time
i sit on the porch like the dog
you didn't shoot behind the shed
the one that refuses to die
until you come home again
i told somebody once, that
you didn't even know
what my voicemail sounded like
i wonder if they thought
it was because you
are so important that i never
let it ring that many times
before picking up
or if you dont know
what it sounds like
because you've never called
you can't be the ****** weapon
and the search party
i'm tired of all the seats
to the ferris wheel in my chest
being empty
tired of your voice
being the one i look for
in abandoned places
that one sound i beg
to bounce back
down vacant hallways
i just seem to stand there
in all of that quiet
like someone looking for a mistake
on an eviction notice
so i guess the hardest part
isn't letting go
it's forgetting
you ever had a grip
in the first place
and since you've been gone
i wonder if when
you pushed yourself away from me
you used your left hand
so it felt like someone else did it