I mostly miss
The space
  Where I
Pressed
My face
Into  your
   Sternum
And breathed in
Salty skin
But not the
Way skin is
    Salty
But the way yours  is
Mixed with
Old cologne
and smells
Like home
Your chin
   Hairs rested
On top
Of
       My
               Head
And
            The
One time
You said I was
Your soul
Mate
I felt
Myself leap
Out of my flesh
And savored the
Moment
Now the space
Where my head
Rested
On
         Your
Sternum
Is someone
Else’s favorite
Spot
I wonder how
You smell to them
And if you
Think they are
Your soulmate

You are sweet
Like overripe fruit
Forgotten in my kitchen

Salty skin in the summer
Lips touch under shady trees
Watching busy bees
Float by

My mind is a busy bee
Thinking turning spiraling
Out of control
Just a book waiting
To be written

I cannot trail words
Together and make
Them make sense

I can only break
Words apart between
My teeth and spit
Them out

Hoping they hold the
Answer all on their own
Because I cannot slow
Down and think about it

Think about the words
They come out in quick
Angry bursts
Sudden sad sounds
Spilling out of my mouth

I try to swallow them
Whole but I can’t
I can only choke
Out sorry
Sorry sorry
I’m so sorry

For failing
And falling
And wanting
And needing
You

You left me
With a
Perfect hollow
In my chest

My torn heart
refuses to rest
A steady
Melancholy burst
Open from
from within me
And it feeds me
Sadness from
The inside out

Heart-break
Pulses through
My veins

You long to
Forget me
But I long to
Surrender myself
To you
Once again

You said you’d
Never let go
Even so
I know how
To hold on

I search for
The courage
To let go
I ache to
Become whole
And humble
Again

Then beg you
To stay again
And again
And again