People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
I had a dream where you and I both fell from Jupiter.
The stars were so jealous of us when our bodies
lit fire and we hugged each other tightly
as we blanketed the world in our ashes.
This was supposed to be a love poem, but I am beginning
to read this like a eulogy. Death happens when your atoms
explode and run away from each other. Death happens
when you’re an asteroid that lands in the middle of an ocean.
Death happens when no one makes a wish on you.
Dear mother, I forgive you. Dear father, I know you don’t think
you need it, but I forgive you.
Dear sisters, please look in the mirror if you ever
want to see me.
Dear God, you’ll have to fall on your knees for forgiveness.
You could have let me burn for ages, but instead you
tried to exchange my fire for wings.
I had a dream where we soared through the dark sky.
There was no time to tell you how much I love you
but when we got close to the ground you glanced at me
and saw something brighter than any comet tail
we could have lit.