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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