Charles Dickens wrote in Great Expectations,
of a Miss Havisham, who stopped her clocks
at the exact time she was left at the altar.

We were once waiting for the elevator;
once it reached the ground floor,
it indicated that it is at the 3rd floor
Wittily, you said, "maybe he lost his love at the 3rd floor"

I don't think you understand how poetic you are.

I kept your letters,
but I haven't read them once since you left

Maybe its because
I'm keeping them for a day
when I need to remember
how loving you felt like

because I haven't yet forgotten

I feel the back of my brain
and the inner corner of joints

I feel my gastric acid
and the core of my bones

I feel pain,
regret
and uncertainty,

I want to
do something
about this
but there
is nothing
I can do
if
I
don't
want
to

Our brains might mistake some actions for rudeness
when really the other person's brain is completely unaware of the capability of being misjudged.

We were uncertain
of each other's feelings
hoping
they would be as our own

When you said goodbye
for the last time
it moved my heart to the back of my throat
and and my tears to the back of my eyes

Every fiber within me was fighting for love
for you

Unaware, I ran
It felt as though my eyes were closed
and yet I still knew my destination,
It was you

Let me tell you one thing
before time alters this memory
Let me tell you that I love you
before you express your apologies and flattery

.
.
.


It embraces me,
the feeling I never want to forget;
when all nerves within me fired impulses
as you spoke "I love you too"

I'm a girl who needs warmth
but still chooses to wear short sleeves on a snowy day

In the midst of anger,
In the epitome of sadness,
In the clench of regret,

You called me

And I wasn't there to answer

I don't want to say sorry
for not hearing my phone ring,
because that wasn't my fault.

But I do want to say thank you
for calling me first,
entrusting me
with your love