Once again I remember your face and long for your touch when my mind
to the depths reserved for sleep depreived nights.
I call these episodes 'what could have been fever dreams'
and I never have enough paper because
I'll. Always. Have. More. Questions?
Did you memorize the 'roots' poem-
the one you seemed to recite by heart the day I broke it?
Did you burn my art?
Do you think of me
when you see:
-parents and their babies?
-a sunset on the beach?
-the black insides of your eyelids when you try to sleep?
Do the memories of our
and endless d r i v e s
keep you up
Of course my mind only focuses on the good times.
You live locked away on a pedestal inside my heart.
Why! Can't! I! Forget! About! You?
Do you ever think of me
One last kiss?
You wouldn't dare touch these heathen lips
if you knew of all the men who've since caressed these hips.
I'm sorry for even thinking about it.
I won't bother saying goodbye because we both know I'll be back
the next time
I can't sleep.