I crave you
in the most
for I crave to say
and give you
and to say
that I adore you
when you feel
at your worst.
I crave you
where I just
want to be
next to you
more or less.
you’re drinking black coffee and i’m drinking tea.
you kiss me and tell me you love me.
i say it back by tracing hearts on your arm with velvet fingertips.
it is sunny outside,
75 degrees and we’re going for a walk now.
you pick me up and spin me around and our laughter sounds like innocence.
you take me to the park and say “we kissed for the first time here.”
you kiss me.
you hold my hand like it’s your grandmothers china
and i hold yours like it’s the only thing that keeps me stitched together.
we go home and fall asleep on the couch.
i wake up and you’re gone.
you were never here.
i’m sitting at the kitchen table.
i’m drinking tea.
i say “i love you” to the wall and imagine that you’re there to echo it back.
it is cloudy outside,
43 degrees and pouring.
i’m going for a walk now.
i spin around in the street and my laughter sounds hollow.
i go to the park.
i think we kissed for the first time here, i’m not really sure anymore.
my hands feel heavy and i think i need you to hold them.
my stitches are coming undone.
i go home and sit on the couch.
i call you and you say you’re busy, to call back tomorrow.
my mother asked about you today and i smiled and started crying.
i didn’t even have to tell her,
she could tell by the way my voice didn’t shake when i said your name.
i love saying your name.
i whisper it sometimes, hoping to speak you into existence here;
hoping that maybe it will swallow the gap between the two of us.
one day this will be bearable.
one day maybe i’ll be able to reach across the kitchen table and find your hand.
i can’t seem to find it this morning, so i settle for resting my hand on the sun rays spread across my bedsheets.
i ask the universe to swallow the gap between us, but she says she’s too full, to call back tomorrow."
& I need to be away from you.
You’re going to get my hopes up & I don’t want to hurt you.