It was months before I saw you.
I mean,
actually saw you,
Not just a glimpse on the street.
Or a similar passing by car.
It wasn't the temporary heart skip.
It was the first time i saw you,
watched you
And her.
it was months since I remembered that time we were up 'till 3 am on the phone.
It was the first time in months I'd seen your smile,
Heard your laugh in my ears.
You were walking
And so was she.
I couldn't catch my breath.
It was the first time in months I remembered the abrupt end of our beginning.
I spent the better part of a year wasting my life,
And I remembered it all for the first time in months
It was the first time in months I realized im still hurting.
My head wandered back to our trip to the zoo,
the rain.
The kiss.
Not that you would remember it...
I threw away that dress when you left.
You said you liked the length but only for you.
And it was your favorite color on me,
I thought i'd like it better in a landfill,
but all I really want now is to curl up in that same stupid dress,
Just to pretend for a moment that I was good enough,
Pretty enough,
Just...
Enough.
For the first time in months, I felt a pit in my stomach big enough to open up;
And swallow me whole.
And for the first time in months,
I wanted it to.
C. G.
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