Wish I could articulate
How I feel
For your touch.
I’ll probably never
Find another
To match your love.
You are missed
But,
I can’t bring myself
To hit you up.
We’ve already
Hit enough window panes.
Why would I put myself
Through that again?
We spent more time
Putting out fires
Than we spent soiling the bed.
The connection
That I crave
Is the same
That I dread.
The cherry picked memories
Are hardly worth the weeds.
Our toxic energy
Was wrapped so tightly
Around my soul
That I couldn’t breathe.
I pitched my insecurities
Thinking
That you would
Knock them out of the park.
You made excuses not to swing
Until it was after dark.
We looked around
And the stands were clear.
Everyone quickly lost
The will to hear
Everything that we were
Going back and forth about.
And without an audience,
There was no reason
To extend the lease
For our place
In the clouds.
Every then and now,
I am flooded
By thoughts
Of the happily ever after
That we were planning to build.
But,
When I think of
How long it took
For me to heal....
Copyright 2019 by Kentrell Blanche