Lemons & Gin

with

sunglasses

pickles

&

bruises.

sit

with it.

Confusion,

Glimpses,

Memories,

Sounds.

Aches.

with a toothbrush

appearing

in my shower.

looking into your eyes

and saying

“are you sure?”

and all you said was,

“yes.”

there.

I’m being

e  r  o  d  e  d

right on

without me,

and

I’m so glad

I knew

to let go.

I have to let you pick.

     for your wedding

and now,

I can’t sleep.

hope

you’re not a 

really

good

liar.

ever

and you’ve never felt

farther

away.

I can feel it,

but I still catch myself 

checking the tags on your blog

hoping for my name,

though,

I know

it’s not going to be there

(anymore).

fall out of love.

Maybe I just

fell

out.

I can feel the piece of you,

us,

that is tucked neatly

into the small, unbroken

portion

of my heart

that still remains 

from when we first met.

Like fingerprints

reminding me

that not everywhere

is bruised. 

You’re

my

lightning bug.

got

done

waiting

for

tomorrow.

at peace

and be in so many

pieces?