Memorabilia

iv

I stand at the edge of the lake so the wind can brush the water up to my toes before they sink into the sand. I miss you like the sunsets above my head that fall over and behind the horizon, where I cannot reach them. I'm pretty sure evanescence smells like you. It also tastes like the skin of five under ripe mangoes. I would swap my eyes for the sun so every time you went outside I'd see you. Exchange my pink cheeks for peony petals so you'd finally pick me. It keeps me insane to think that we're under the same sky, but not under the same sky together, watching the sun and the stars with our pools of hazel and blue. You figured me out. You know I am spontaneous and free, liberty in my body. My cheeks are peppered with unpredictability and infidelity like a little kid. I can swim and drown then emerge like a phoenix from my ashes and you'll never expect it because I am unsuspected, unpredictable in everything I do. I am unscathed by suspicion when it comes to missing you like a child with their homesickness. Evanescence smells like me; evanescence smells like us.