thingsleftunsaid11

things left unsaid

last night in my dreams,
I think I told you
that I’m still in love with you.

this is not what I told you
on the phone last night:

on the phone last night
I did not tell you
that your laugh
still sits
in the center of my chest
where my heart cannot hold it
so it splinters
and sends 1000 butterflies
riding waves
to my fingertips.

on the phone last night
I did not tell you
that when you cry
the wings you gave me
fly frantic
desperate to reach you
and dust kisses on your
stained cheek
from 3000 miles away.

on the phone last night
I did not tell you
that the pictures you
still
send me
make a home somewhere between
my heart and my stomach
but my lungs refuse to hold you
so I remind myself
that you are not the air I breathe
anymore.

on the phone last night
I did tell you
it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter