the taste of you is heavy on my tongue
still
i don’t want to be rid of you
yet

my body is thick with the regret of all the ways I forgot to touch you
my pulse, a secret that lives only for you

first beat
i miss the soft flesh of where your neck meets your skull behind your left earlobe

second beat
i imagine my lips there, my nose brushing the rough stubble of your shorn scalp

third beat,
where are you now?
who will hold this rotting confession and make it fresh again?

you are the sapphire medallion of my broken heart and I want to keep you
use you to prop the crack open so the wound never heals

our love was meant to die like this
festered and bleeding