of all the things I’ll miss
staying up with you, coffee and cigarettes
heavy are my limbs
the words, unsaid
they fill to the brim
then drop off from the joint.
they don’t float like ashes
they don’t sink into the dirt
limbs drop like bags of sand
untouched by years of silence
unmarred by fire
clean as glass, dirty as regret
how easy, how simple
it is to forget.
there’s always tomorrow
the words will say
there is no tomorrow
you’re not even here today.
memories apparate like a flame flickering out
quick to ignite, gone too soon.
the words are now mine alone
your ears unreachable for the thoughts unknown.