It’s been awhile since I last gave you guys a poem. And just so you know, ephemeral is my favourite word.
I really don’t like how his presence
seeped into the soft rhythm of
my taut drown left-side chest.
So traumatising, more overwhelming
than the double shot espresso that kept me up
palpitating with each seconds thought of
all words to be spoken.
Now I daydream when I sleep
and walk among the stars as we speak, not sure
if I can balance tomorrows sunrise
on my fingertips, that itch to hold your puffy face in a
place you will never fade
like his heart that trod out of love
into the New Years day break.