Birches Too

Missing you is sunny monday morning
All sunny side up, butterscotch eyes
Propped up by memories and splinters
Of when we were familiar
When I found you amazing and you found me

Five years on opposite sides
Of asphalt crossed lines burned
by the absence of aborted feelings never earned
And I still let our favorite ghosts live
in the alley of my memory -
Each scorched by all the unused time,
Reminiscing you is too much whiskey and wine,
Embraced by the spaces where hope grew to hatred -
At fresh squeezed seventeen, at expired twenty three,
I mourn you alone -
Clutching to pieces of the poems we atoned
Reminiscing you
is missing me
is birches -
Infected heart limbs clinging to life on the
back of the first thing that gave it purpose

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