ashemandbashem
just like water vapor,
she slipped through my fingers,
and into the atmosphere.
sometimes,
when I feel the rain on my skin,
I know that she's thinking of me too.
snow boot imprints
left in the frozen tundra
of the polar ice caps.
the spikes of your shoes
digging deep into my flesh.
the edges of the ice melting,
the wildlife retreating,
and no one had noticed that
the ice had molded into
the shape of my heart
breaking into two.
plastering our adventures
on the white, clean walls of your bedroom,
smoothing them until they are flat and malleable.
"do you think we will remember these forever?"
she asks, her fingers trailing down my arm to my wrist.
"I hope not," I say, grasping her hand in mine.
"I sincerely hope not."
"there,"
she said, jabbing her finger onto the map.
"let's go there. let's just get away from here."
I didn't even bother to ask her where we were going,
or even question why we were doing this in the first place.
I just put the car into drive, and we were gone.
You stapled your two weeks notice
On the front door of my heart
And left the next day
As if nothing had happened.
The staple is gone,
But the indent still remains.
Just another violation of your lease;
There was to be no permanent damage,
But it's not like you had any regards for it
Or me
Anyway.
she whispered softly,
like a cat's meow.
delicate and breakable,
she was the only girl I knew
who could curl up beside me
and fill my crevices perfectly.
You are the midnight summer dream
that was the backlit feeling that I always searched for
behind lamp posts
and household desktop lights;
behind candles and the glow of flashlights;
in light up sneakers and firefly wings.
I missed you always being behind me,
letting me block whatever threatened to harm you.
I was the front page, and you were buried in the wanted ads,
but I think you liked it that way.
She sat motionless in front of the monitor;
shoulders hunched over,
clenching her teeth in nervous agony.
Staring at the screen,
her muscles ached from continuous contraction,
stale from being in the same position for so long.
"One more level,"
she thinks to herself.
"One more level and I'll be free."