"I’ve screamed enough I miss yous into
voicemail boxes to know this
likely won’t make much difference,
but I must make an effort to make
amends for the distance I left between us.
See I loved my insides raw over you;
a heart of hot iron, now rusts
under the downpour of your absence
and moons rise and wane while I
remain sleepless. I’ve numbered the
hair-pins you lost in my bedsheets: sixty-six
and counting. Yesterday evening
I saw your sister in the mall and almost
asked her how you’d been– truthfully,
I admit, I hid in Victoria’s Secret, but I
don’t believe she suspected a thing.
Darling, I’m tired of sharpening my heart
like a blade on another girl’s lips,
and I never wanted romance to
become a great war between sexes.
I wish I could fall in love,
but see I’ve quite forgotten how,
and I’m so sure thinking of you
is not supposed to feel like there’s a brick
attached to my ankle, weighing me down.
It seems forever is a word quite unknown
to the language of love, and while I
leave my heart like an anchor in the past,
it seems time is a ship which does not stop–
not even for us– not even for us."