Saturday, May 31, 2014

Missing

I didn't get everything back
I can't put my finger on what it is that wasn't returned
That I feel is missing
I don't think it's much
But it's big enough to notice
Almost small enough to go undetected
But substantial in its absence
Perhaps it's the mermaid dress
That 34.50 was a chunk of change
Maybe that's what's lacking from my wallet
I would say it's my ring
But no, you gave that back
Though I hadn't expected 
Nor particularly wanted its return
Is it the pair of tongs I stole
I had intended use it someday to mix salads 
Something with berries and spinach
I think we would have enjoyed it
I thought maybe it was the purple pants
That maybe you had kept them
Because hadn't they become yours, really, after all?
But I found them in a bag that I had already packed so that can't be it
So I think maybe it's a piece of my life
My friends
My future
My heart
A piece of my life that I didn't get back
I didn't get it back the night I drove away
Or in the bag with the spices
Or in my car with the letter
Or in the blank envelope with the ring
So I guess I know where it is
The only place that's left
And I guess I know it's not ever coming back to me

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Monday, May 12, 2014

If

The Ifs hang in the air around me
Sometimes I stumble into them
Sometimes I crash
But mostly they graze my skin
Gently reminding me of how it could have been
If
I had been different
If 
I had known you first
If
I hadn't fallen asleep
If
I hadn't told him about you
If
I had stayed in Italy
If
He hadn't lied
If
I hadn't asked
If
You hadn't come along
If
I had chosen differently 
Would I feel better? Or would the invisible Ifs still collect around me like mosquitos making my skin itch, fighting for my blood

Bones


I wear it everyday
He asks me where it came from
I answer
I don't want there to be secrets between us
Not this time
"I miss her"
I tell him
"I know"
He says
"I never wrote poetry before her"
"Neither did I"
He replies

Thursday, May 8, 2014

The coloring book

I bought you a present today
Something I know I'll never give you
The time for presents has passed
Or maybe
(hopefully)
Someday
(eventually)
I can give you this present as a peace offering
A:
Hey, I thought of you all this time
Until then, I bought you a present
And it's something I don't mind hanging onto

79%

Tears fall as years fade away
Road trips
Business plans
Morocco
Literary babies
I saw it all so
So
Clearly
But I was always 79%
And I wanted to give you so much more than 79%
You deserve better than 79%
I wasn't just messy
I was absent
And I want to be present for every sun soaked day
God
I already miss the endless potential of that future 
I'm grasping at it as it slips through my fingers
But it's going because I sent it away
79% wasn't enough
So I take a breath
I take a risk
No more shared wardrobe
No more Mexico
Just the other 21% I couldn't give you