i loved you, i did
but that’s all in the past
the one think i ask, let me let go
i don’t remember the first place
your assistants name
your voice is hard
but your eyes, i remember the rain
i remember days, the words, the ways, the moments
most details – i’m on it
but the danger, the failure – i’m not okay
i say words that speak of you
on occasion i remember the table
everything’s on paper, but i would never
no matter the weather, i promise forever
your eyes are more than words can speak
your nose brings me to my knees
i miss you more than any words could speak
i often wonder if you think of me when you’re bored
if a light opens the door and you wonder once more
the possibility of another, does that bring a stutter?
i’m sorry, even though i don’t owe an apology
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