It is the summer soltice and I slept without a blanket last night, wanting your body wrapped 'round the warmth of my naked skin
I haven't quite figured out yet: Why don't you come over here? It left me permanently scarred: all the note said was goodbye.
Some days I still feel you. I've your handprints across my arms from where you held onto me. My whole body trembles under each layer of flesh.
I wait patiently, for it is always better to cry in winter.
Poem created using excerpts from 'Of Gods and Women, 'Bare' 'Feather/Stone', 'Closed for Cleaning', 'Which of the Gods?', 'The Name of My Town', '6969', 'The Note', 'Some Dayes', 'Dearest You', 'PND', and 'If You Were Wondering'.