i am now just meeting myself. & love
was a tree i felt i could hide
behind. i am now just meeting
the morning. i had spent too many days
cursing the sun, for reminding me of you.
i won’t forget your fingers in a hurry.
i
had a dream yesterday. we held
hands, wove promises around
our wrists, like they would never break. your eyes
became hooks that caught mine.
i woke up,
& instinctively reached for you, but there was nothing
but a wormhole in your side of the bed.
i didn’t get sucked in.
i cried
but i am healing.
you moved on faster than i
hoped, & i know
i have no claim
on you.
poetry is a tool many people use
for exorcisms. & i’ve been learning
to denounce your name. i will
hold on to the moments
we felt boundless. i will lose
this habit of falling.
YOU ARE READING
Endless. Blue
Poetry"the day you first told me you loved me, it was hot, the sun picked at our skins like god was trying to kill us with a magnifying glass. . ."
