i write about you when i don't want to
i find bits of your eyelashes in my hands when
i cry into them and i find someone in every store
that smells like you

i write about you when the lights are bright
and rainbows don't seem to form because
they are hiding behind barns in the middle of a desert
and i find myself running towards a field in the middle
of winter in boots and a matching bathrobe

i write about you when everything else is going well
and classes are boring me to sleep, my fingers are
sending signals to Florida and you are sleeping with
a paper bag while i fly to the moon and discover
earth is never alone

but i stop writing about you when i sleep and i
find closets emptied like forgotten memories
and i save receipts from seven years ago because
you never know when you might need a refund and i
find myself curling into a ball in the middle of
the street you once lived on

and i will write about you even when we are dead
and i have watched you donate all your organs
while i kept all of mine because i was too afraid
of losing

i was too afraid of becoming
lost

so i wrote about you in the dirt
and i watched the rain take you
away.

09/09/2011

Posted on 09/09/2011
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