fortnight has ended or two
it wasn't long for me
but I want to miss you

Days ended and i wanted to think about you
days ended when i thought
I'd write about you

evanescently-
for me.
(patiently my ruthless calm
and so-my evicted excitement)

almost as i have forgotten your touch-
those rough hands you had..
i almost freeze holding them-
to steal the texture forever.

what happened to me?
why couldn't i dream of your face?
i thought i would grieve for you

so why...
days ended and i cant remember you
i thought it would hurt me?
but all i feel is spent and spilled
and now i feel so tired

and i cannot write...
but i still want to write for you.