I wrote I miss you in the recess of a muddy puddle
Letting the water dismantle my words, ever so quietly
No cracks to behold, or a sliver vacuity, just a blur..
Always a blur.
I sprayed I hate you in red ink all over the road
Something for the rubber to make noise on, since I never did
It mixed with grime until I couldn’t see anymore
And neither could the driver.
I wrote I love you in blood on a scribbled math page
Letting it fade, as all the passion had
The coal mine of our land, empty now
Depths to fall in.
I typed I give up in a font that you would despise
Giving my fingers room to move
As I kept my mouth shut, scared of being driven into words.
I scrawled that I don’t care anymore
Or that I don’t miss you anymore
Letting the remembrance of those our love had killed rock me to sleep.
I write like you- not like you.
And its all true, what I write, except maybe-
I don’t miss you-
But I miss you when I’m breathing.