You

When I fell in love with you,

I didn’t think it through,

didn’t think that you would leave me so quickly.

I’ve spent more sleepless nights

without you by my side

than ones with you next to me,

and it’s not easy

to see your face

in the back of my mind

on a cloudless day.

I wish for rain

so there’s an explanation

for my sad, drab face.

Your taste in between my lips is gone,

a clean pallet,

wipe the slate so I can move on.

I’ll stay still until you call again,

moving so slow,

an ugly sunset

coming down on me,

a fiend to my own therapy.

Do you think about the way that I moved on you?

Is it tearing you apart,

your own heart

straining to pump

yourself back in my direction?

I gift you an award,

lover of the year,

maybe my entire life.

This wasn’t a part of the plan,

falling in some kind of love

that I can’t talk about

because of the shameful way that I am easily

knocked over like lines of dominoes,

dropping in cascades

towards the spot where you used to stand.