by Lynne Hayes
How is there not enough room for one more?
Signals of promise float in and around space,
Yet depart with the echo of your footsteps
As you slide out of my ever open door.
Have I not left a watermark upon your chest,
Welded my fingers onto your form deep enough
to matter to you?
I need no silence and fear that my heart will eventually rest.
Counting to ten every time I hear your name,
I must remember
To take the falls, one at a time.
One minute I swear never to listen to that song ever again,
Next, I am kissing your departed shadows