someday,
i imagine you’ll walk backwards
to the place where we first met
& forget me.
i’m just trying to make peace,
trying to wake up
& drink morning coffee
with you, waiting for something
to change, to be a little
sweeter, maybe.
you’ll find me there,
at the edges,
holding a piece of cheese
in my hand
& i’ll be softer,
so much softer
than before.
so maybe she’s right.
that i don’t know,
& maybe I never will,
but i think she could sense it;
that hollow
we’re all running from
the one from the night
we walked so far
& i looked at you
your kind eyes
beating heart
warm hands,
just wanting to feel
something
other than
alone.
if it’s true,
what she said to me
the night i left,
if i can trust
hollow
& know you feel it
too, maybe
we aren’t alone
after all.
so i suppose
love is really just
this;
if nothing means anything,
i don’t want to face it
without you.