melted

when did we change places

you tell me that you miss this
me, in your arms, quiet
you're taller than me but not by much
there's oxford commas in our vernacular
between you, me, and nobody else
you miss us the way we used to be
and the way that we still are
in fleeting moments, sriracha sentiments
every night could be like this
with you playing my heartstrings
and me spouting off nonsense as melodies

when did we change places
me, missing this, and you, somewhere
between gloom and fog you drift blankly
a controller in your hand
but you cannot control anything
there's a konami code to our dynamic
that neither of us know
for there is no such thing as muscle memory
when it comes to us, this is not a game
we have switched sides this time
you are tired and i am comfort
i cannot hold you but i will support you
let me remind you of how wonderful you are
as the stars bring tears to my eyes

i am unabashedly staring at the messages
you sent me tonight
hoping that you're feeling better.