Crumpling my words

Crumpling my words


In the nights I miss you more than the days.
In the edges of my sleep
Your words shed the truth as it frays
But you’re free.

As I tumble into sleep,
My words, I cannot keep;
They fold and into closets sprawl
Where they cannot fail and cannot fall.

You were gone when the sun lit up the brown of your eyes
I shouldn’t
It faltered without any goodbyes.
What I had was lost.

We sat across from each other in a cramped kitchen, stories pouring.
Our insides opened; we got out flashlights and went exploring.
And she stole from me what I left with you
I always know. I never knew.

I understand why they let themselves drown
And hide and fade inside the falsity as they sip;
I want to hide too.
I cannot spill out of me even one noun.

In the nights I miss you more
With darkness my heart is open; I almost pour.
But my words are crumpled where the bruises blacken
And you’re free.