I sing in the shower & sometimes

Your voice trails behind mine

In echoing stains on the bathroom tile

As I crunch into my body

Folding my bones into Your embrace

 

The birds scream Your name every morning

As You scrape through the clouds

Forgetting the soft remnants of the evening:

I trace Your name in my window

But my fingers turn crimson-purple

 

I bleed into the memory of Your

Face; Your trapezoid eyes,

The dent You left by my bones, the

Hill of my thighs

The way Your teeth used to

Crookedly dance with each other

While You slept

You're gone now but my veins

Stick out like electric pulses weaved

In & out of living

My fingers tingle like the TV static

As my breath stales

My lips dried & I lost the voice

That used to call out to You