I hardly ever kept my word.
It’s too late to change that now.
Well, it’s not too late, but it doesn’t matter much now, at least not to you.
We shut the door to us last night.
I say WE because you made me believe it was WE when really it was YOU.
Not saying it wasn’t warranted, just saying WE didn’t let go. YOU did.
I don’t miss you, yet. But I already miss knowing there is you to miss.
As you sat across the table from me last night, twiddling your thumbs, I didn’t listen to a word you said after “let’s call it in, please”. Nothing else mattered.
I chose to instead count the freckles on your cheek, the beauty spots on your neck, and your nervous eye blinks; because that’s what I decided to remember you by. Not by the machete you had with you, hacking away at my heart’s mind.
You always did say that I hardly listened when you spoke.
I didn’t know how to tell you this; but now that it matters least: Your beauty was always my distraction, your lips my undoing, your voice my unnerving.
We shut the door to us last night.
But, I know a window’s open in one of our rooms.
I’ll figure that out when I have the strength to.
Fly, Bird.
Brucey 