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.