Letters To Something and Someone and Everything That Wasn't

I've written the sky into storms

January into June

I've written on razor blades 

and get well soon balloons

Words on loose lips in the shape of I 

love you

Words in brave tongues, too.

I've written piece by piece a memoir 

of fractions, things that are half

desolate, then half distraction 

Words on open books that you told

me to read

Words in late night drunken battles

The ones I wanted to need. 

I've written bad jokes that used to

make you laugh.

I've written my last poem to you,

and this is just that. 






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