heye

to the ones i loved

who asked what love

looks like

know it has the eyes of summer

and the horizontal gaze of you

know it is like

like the first coffee drunken

on what felt like the last day

realize that it is

like all that was lost

slowly

one by one

keys

family

memories

good and better

horrible and worse

times submerged underwater naked

and yelling

a birth

a death

a shower in between

spit getting caught in my throat

someone else’s

my own

words digested by air

air consumed by words

times i was tired of living this way

where i am not able to remember enough

of this

coming back to me

in a tidy line that i can sit with

that i can repeat

during the longest summer again

offering them

in the widest hands i have learned

a lasting drink of that same coffee

or that different long look at you

there at the end

by yourself

waiting for me

forgetful

gazing away

once more