you were mine for 608 days.
i could hold you.
i could fit my palms to the shape of your handlebar hipbones and pull you close to me.
i could touch you.
i could feel you shake like a leaf beneath my fingertips.
i could love you.
i could call you at two a.m. just to hear your voice.
i could write you love poetry and slide it under your front door.
i could kiss you and taste stardust.
but now you’re gone.
my arms are too empty.
my fingers won’t stop trembling.
my midnight phone calls go unanswered.
my poems for you are dripping with sorrow.
and when i try to remember the taste of your mouth,
all that i can think about is the bitter goodbye that stained your lips the last time i saw you.
~ 608 days didn’t prepare me for a forever without you. (via poppyflowerpoetry)