eye wonder
is this
what it feels like
when god turns his back on you
eye wonder how
talking was all eye needed
or
why now
since we don’t anymore
eye feel so foolish
so hollow
so silly that my picturing you
holding a picture of me in D28
isle 12
was ever enough,
the same way
eye couldn’t see
what everyone else did
in
anyone else, eye wonder
if eye confess…
will your answer even
change
anything
eye
wonder what happens when
love goes mute,
won’t answer, won’t
call your name like it used to
eye wonder the point of
demarcation
when you don’t pursue, when
eye don’t want to masturbate
fantasizing
about you anymore
the dining dead,
what did you say?
netflix is the only way we
communicate anymore….
girl,
eye
wonder
how eye show you my desire, how
much MorE eyem sure…
no
I
am
sure
God made no mistakes with us,
that eye want this more
than eye did before you gave me a chance
in
spite of the sun rising and
telephones ringing and
work and
babies crying, no
matter how it might seem
in weaker moments, honey
it’s consistent, you
are still my
Perfect
picture
of what love should look like, and
eye don’t wonder that
for even
an
instant

how long has it been?
eye feel like a stranger in my own space….
dust
cobwebs
the loveliness of making something old,
and forgotten
new
again.
long gaps between your poems these days, eye see…
Get back to this please. Get back to this so that I know it’s possible to leave and then get back to this as well.