unanswered questions
stick to my throat
as i choke on words
and a mouth full of
question marks
i bite my tongue
and seal my lips
trying to keep them all in:
do you miss the way my lips
always seemed to
instinctively find yours,
the way my hand
locates a light switch
in a dark room?
or the way four letter words
rolled off my tongue?
want…
fuck…
miss …
love…
i wish i could set them free
even just for one tiny second
because they’re piling up
in the back of my throat…
speaking of…
do you miss that?
i doubt it…
but, do you ever wake up
thinking of me?
my sounds?
(do you remember them?)
and the way i
grabbed and
held tight?
(pulling your hair
or wrinkling your shirt)
does your body still respond
reflexively?
is there any part of you
that misses my
open book heart?
or the way my eyes
could speak in
complete sentences
do you miss
the “babies”
and possessive pronouns?
do you ever accidentally
think of me
as yours
and then get a pang in your chest
and wonder how a world exists
in which I am
not?
December 16, 2019
Unfiltered Poetry 