My love, it is raining today. Steady bullets. Questions & answers. Where has the time gone? A year sharpened and pierced through us. Could have been a needle. Could have sewn a scarfâsomething to keep your neck warm when my lips lacked. Could have been the blanket we finally share, your body curled into a seed beneath it, your breath in its gentle tide against my chest, your suitcase leaning against the door frame. Â But the wound echoes a sword. Distance and its dagger glistening red. Â How I remember you in bullets, small capsules spilling your smile, a giggle of your curls, and then all the sky until the next, a blue sheet of silence drawn close. Your body draped over someone elseâs moans. I hear you fucking in the corner of my dream. When you call the next day, I know before the words begin their slow limp across the line. I understand ache by its footsteps. Hear them down the hall and start peeling back the skin. Helpful. My love, it has been four long months and many days. A trail of petals. Questions & answers. I am wondering about the soft hills of your face, what it will feel like between my palms. A prayer. A bird. I know the flutter of you. You leave and everything is the doorway. My knees bent into a hinge. Asking for another hour, another inch. But in your dust, there is nothing but a desert of time. The sun hanging like a broken clock on a blue wall. The hours thicken and no longer stir. My love, it is raining today. A thousand footsteps. Questions & answers. What will you bring a week from now? What will you leave me without?
