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Suitcase

I don’t remember how I like to sleep
The inside of a kitchen drawer
Or a suitcase-less floor

I know the elevator buttons here
React a bit too slowly
I know he’s letting go of me –
I don’t remember when it started, but I can feel it growing
I remember knowing
That this couldn’t last forever
I remember feeling better, I remember we were changing
I don’t remember breaking though I think we tried to fix it

When will he get angry that
My nerves are getting jumpy
I don’t remember feeling calmer though someone said I could be
I remember knowing they’ll choose what they want to see in me
I don’t remember losing the chance to take the stand
But there’s a suitcase in my hand
And somewhere else I need to be.

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Quickly

Someday you might wonder
What if I had held her
For those moments in the morning
Instead of going going going
Until everything was gone
You’ll notice life is feeling long
Though those moments went so quickly –
But what is time without me?

You might fill your days with should haves
Things you didn’t do but could have
And you might start to feel bad
But what ifs cannot sustain you

Maybe you’ll wonder if I blame you
For time spent so distracted
By things that didn’t matter
You’ll question happy-ever-after
And the life you could’ve had with me
If you’d realized when we had it that
Someday we’d just look back at it and
Time passes so quickly
At least it did when you were with me.

Unstable

Where do we stand
Kitchen counter crumbs stick to
Hands glued to surface
I can’t let go too quickly
I am feeling quite unstable
You are sitting at the table
We once bought together 
With the leg that still needs fixing
It is feeling quite unstable
I can barely stand this silence
When did our love grow so quiet
So unstable, so unsure
I wish you’d feel a little more
Frightened by love’s flightiness
Tell me, will you fight for this?

Not the Sun

This is not the wolf 
Howling at the moon
Or a poet’s final verse
You didn’t love me first 
And many more will follow
I fear I won’t subsist 
On a love lukewarm and hollow
Though I knew from
When we started that
I’d never be the sun for you
I thought maybe your moon, your stars
But even that has proved too hard
A love so flimsy, skinny, small
Really isn’t love at all.