i don’t think of you often

only when

my eyes open on each new day

as i wash away the day before

when i hook together lacy things meant for you

or lift stockings to my thighs

draping my neck in pearls

as i slip into heels that walk so easily toward you

i stir you into well traveled coffee

and eat singular breakfasts

on rainy commutes

on unwalked streets

when choosing oranges at the market

when learning



when my heart collapses under the weight of the miles

as i fall asleep craving you

as i dream

as i consider a future

full of shared house keys

his and hers towels

white dresses


cemetery plots

i will stop considering you

when i place the second date

upon my headstone

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