I miss you so much that I forget to brush my teeth. I leave the stove on. I don’t shower but once every two days. I miss your kiss so I don’t. I miss your smile so I don’t. I miss your hand upon mine so I am constantly clasping and unclasping them.
I had a dream that there was a phrase that could unlock a door. It was a door that could create passage from me to you. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it when I woke up. I kept muttering to myself all day. Telling myself that there was a difference between reality and the surreal. That a couple of words couldn’t change the fact of the distance between us. It was on the edge of my mind all day.
Those words.
Those three fucking words.
a side order of awkward, please.
I'm young and life is just ahead of me, laid out on a really cheap table. Seriously, I think there are some stains on the map now. I mean, coffee rings and everything.
September 13, 2011
