You left without a sound,
floating, snout down, in the pool.
You weren’t in your eyes anymore,
all I found in them was me.
Sliced my eyes with memories,
so I didn’t see you slip underneath,
alone,
looking for me.
I miss the excitement in your eyes,
whenever they found me.
They always did, for seventeen years,
until one quiet afternoon,
when mine didn’t find you.
I used to gaze at the stars,scattered across crystal dark mountain skies.I used to wonder. The wounds metastasized,into inescapable mirrors. I can’t tell who I am anymore. So I try to capture stars,like fireflies,on a childhood summer night.
I cried in her lap,her untamed blonde hair dangling in my face.I cried about a girl back home,a girl who didn’t want me,as she gently wiped my tears. I never looked up,never noticed her gaze.Not even when she said goodbye that night,watched me crumble blindly away. I remember her gaze years later,though,in the shadow of…