day 50

50 miles away

I hear your heart, gorgeous,

beating with each eye blinks

each lash curls

"love"

I hear your blue mascara

screaming sobbing yelling

"come back to me"

you are singing twice as hard for me

holding whole notes twice as long.

I miss holding you in my lungs

inhaling your blank heartaches,

but I am here love

with nothing left to offer.

hands dry from shuffling lust coupons

there are no more kisses left to send

just surprise packages of chapped lips

and boxes of lip balm

The wind here is so strong sometimes

it blows your voice 50 miles away from here

in the opposite direction

love

you are North East

but your pulse travels 50 miles East West

how far do our postcards have to travel

to tell you how long its been since I've last seen you?

don't become a memory.

I choose to forget too easily

and I forget to want to remember

I wander 50 miles North East

on days where I wonder where you are

you are lost love

like faded ink on washed up jean receipts

you were once held at value to me

but it's been 30 days since we've last kissed

and I don't know love

\you have been wiped off the face of these teary eyelids

believe me when I say I chose to forget

I can only stare for so long

until I forget to remember who you are to me.