Guess who this is for...



[i]



If you leave, I will miss you, but do you think

if I wrote you a note you would find your way home?



[ii]



Don't dream of glittery stagnant water

or teddy bears searching for home;

don't open the door to the outside world

or leave me in my room alone.



[iii]



I never said I wouldn't hurt, only that if you wanted,

you should go, and you deserve to know

I no longer replace the light bulbs,

I no longer desire to see myself in the aftermath of us. 

All I know is ice melts slower when it’s cold out. 

A hole may house a rabbit, mole, or bear. An eyelash 

is an eyelash, is a hair. And the light is just the dark 

in different order.



[iv]



The walls have grown tired of my loneliness,

they have grown so pale without your life,

your sonical symphony of lyrical incarnations,

and in the dim glow of a halogen lamp

I can almost see my breath.



[v]



In your absence, I do not leave others speechless;

nor do I enjoy the night, though it's all I can manage

to remain conscious for, and in your absence,

the universe has grayed to granite and unscratched notebooks

are painful to touch. You are a bygone lover

I've put on display.



[vi]



Well, I wrote you a note, I wrote you something

you could remember me by in twenty years when life

has carried you on its shoulders to the top of mountains

and unknown peaks, when the voice of reason

goes mute and you have nothing to rely on,

I wanted you to have this.



[vii]



When you got in your car and drove away

the crumpled note with words meshed together

seared my hand and the moon was the only spectator,

and I drank my own damned honeyed wine, fuck the gods,

because now I have a scab and scabs are for people

who have something to hide.