Everything’s been hell these past five months
except those four days with you
I don’t know what to do
try to shake the romance out of you like
coins in a slot
desperate for the parts of us that seem
doomed to be forgotten
you’re only intimate behind closed doors but
this isn’t a door it’s a window
small enough to fit in my hands
& all I can do is breathe on the glass &
write our initials in the fog with my pinky
like a little fucking kid
what are the words to fall in love in
what dm can I send to say
I’m choking on our epilogue
memories of kissing clogging up my throat
oh I can hardly breathe around
the way I want to scream your name.