You’d had that “that’s such a you thing to say” smile on your face-
A glimmer in your eye that betrayed your wall of distance,
And my heart had cracked open at the sight of it.
How does a man who makes ‘walk me to my car for more time’ jokes just disappear?
You’re everywhere.
The feeling of your fingertips in my hair lingers;
Memories of a man so gentle he loved me back to health,
There’s an ache in my chest where your presence once sat in my phone.
I chase your shadow on the pavement lines.
And now the future I once saw in such vivid detail is blurred by grief-
Sundresses and creek days dissolve into the background like they never existed,
Mayor of Kingstown doesn’t play on my TV anymore.
The road distorts and leaves me confused.
You looked at me like it was such a me thing to say-
You loved the ridiculousness of my personality.
Leaving wasn’t such a you thing to do to me.
