I feel so human...
So vulnerable, and cold.
I want to lie down and tell you I'm getting old.
I miss talking to you, I miss kissing you in the morning.
I keep traveling between then and now,
Confessing our vows to my pillows somehow.
I keep where you laid immaculate—
Just a shadow, my love, where you once breathed.

I'm going around in echoes,
Traveling songs and next codes.
Between my fingers, mistakes light up in flames.
I keep my room blurred so I won't remember your smell.
I dry my eyes with smoke so they won’t swell.

I write poems with no order—
Rhymes are a second thought.
I want to call you so bad, but you asked me not to...
So I fought.
I win and lose arguments with my keyboard;
It keeps typing messages I can’t send.
What do I do with this love that won’t mend?