A Tag. A String. A Broken Thing.

I felt the loneliness this time
like I didn’t feel it before
like it was my new best friend
like it had the key to my door
I haven’t felt this overlooked
since I was seventeen
and I pressed the phone to my lips
and willed him to call me
a footnote
a thread
an empty bed
trying to be more
that’s how I felt
when you didn’t see me
waving from the door

I felt the loneliness this time
and remembered what it meant
to have something dark and dry
become my firmament
maybe it’s just chemicals
blackening up my brain
but I think it has more to do
with the fact you’ve gone away
a tag
a string
a broken thing
forgotten in a drawer
that’s how I felt
when you didn’t see me
waving from the door

2018-03-09T12:55:04+00:00