I found you
Dog-eared in the back
Of a cardboard box, shoved
In the corner, folded up
A photograph-you are smiling
And on the back, your name
Scribbled haphazardly
I could taste the whiskey of our kisses
As I said your name out loud
A broken ghost
I could see the city lights at night
In your eyes, and if I closed mine
I could hear your laughter
Shattering memories
Blurred crowds, and bar scenes
We danced at every Depeche Mode song
And I remember the first time
I had said I love you
To be young, in love
Chasing after night skies
As if we could bring down the moon
You had taught me so much
About myself
Tracing each crease, I find your ghost
But in the end, I had been the one
That didn’t show up
And that date
Breaks my heart
Until it thuds to the ground
Guilt is like that
Weighing down thoughts
I should have been there
To catch you
One last time
But in the end, I had been the one
That didn’t show up
I still shiver when the phone rings
Keep saving your last voicemail
Over and over
It breaks my heart
But guilt is like that
Because at the end, I should have been there
Instead of a ghost
at the end of unanswered text messages
Poetic Trials 