your
polaroid eyes shine,
a rectangle
sliver of memory
trapping
the scent of cheap wine and cigarettes,
the feeling
of a smile on your lips
when they
pressed
against
mine.
but I
haven’t felt that for weeks because
you’re a
hurricane, a forest fire, a lightning strike
you
disappeared with smoke curling from your lip,
perhaps it
swallowed you whole,
perhaps the smoke dissolved your curls,
perhaps it sunk
into your eye sockets and took your body with it
perhaps,perhaps,perhaps
perhaps you
loved me the night the burgundy sky turned to look at me crying out my window
looking for the boy who had told her he loved her.
so the sad
girl
with the
stormy eyes and ocean water streaming down her face
waited for him because he had
her heart sewn on his sleeve.