Hibuddypancakes

 YOU. 
I'VE SPENT HOURS CONTEMPLATING
THE WORDS tO SAY TO YOU, BUT NO
COMBINATION OF 26 LETTERS
COULD EVER ACCURATELY
CAPTURE THIS SLIVER OF
A FEELING.

WHILE SHE WAITS UP, YOU CHASE
  down the newest thing, & take for granted
                                     what you already have.
 

   i stood by 
     THE TRACKS, WITH YOUR
         FACE IN A LOCKET.
 

I fell in love with the morning, how you stumbled out of bed
when you first woke up and how your eyes groaned with exhaustion.
The way your hands grasped my hipbones, while your lips
stole the endings of my sentences. Yesterday with you felt
like a month of Sunday mornings, with white bed sheets and lazy smiles.
That same morning, I fell in love with the coffee shop down the street.
The way you asked for two sugars, but really meant three.
The walk home from your house made me remember what Monday mornings feel like.
Somewhere in between, I fell in love with our midnight conversations
that were through cigarette breaths and interrupted by coffee stains.
Reading the love notes you wrote on my flesh, I realized…
I am in love with the presence of your words and the feel of your existence.


But I am not in love with you.

When I'm alone
I think of so many things
to say to you.
If i have a chance to tell you,
I go speechless...