Why can’t I picture your face?
After I just pictured
A life with you
You had exquisite style
Everything intentional
And not one uninteresting thing about you
You were rockin’ this messy, put-together look
Half part class, and a wild second half
Which, woven together, made you different
It’s all still so clear
And the impression you made
Is still pressed upon the pillow of my mind
But your face…
Gone so completely
Like some kind of payback
For walking away too quickly
For not looking more carefully
At every crevice and feature
For not looking more intentionally
Through your windows
Into the home
…I only got to imagine us warming.
P.s. You can read my other poems here.