This life seems
so comparatively dull
when I look up at the night sky
and see your face in the stars.
battling to adapt to
the aching fear of
loneliness standing before us.
And with every poem I read,
it’s you I see between the lines.
He used to feel things so deeply,
yet on the day he left me
he felt nothing at all.
Your name was on the tip of my tongue
when he asked
“why the bitter taste?”
after he kissed me.
I felt you in the Eastern sunrise
just as I felt you in the Western sunset,
but you weren’t there.
I saw you in the overlapping mountain peaks
and in the layer of mist caressing the snow-capped tips,
but you still weren’t there.
I sensed you in the mid-winter breeze
as it lashed it’s claws onto my skin
but you weren’t there next to me.
How can one be everywhere
without being anywhere at all?
I see you in between the metaphors
and rhymes on the pages before me.
I feel your presence in the
ink as it leaves my pen;
I taste you in between my teeth
as I whisper the words before me.
and in between.
Even after a thunderstorm,
the sun will shine
and we’ll go home
and it will be
The words that leave his mouth,
God, I swear
I’ve read them before.
But they’re entirely