who’s been alive in you,
wading in the mesh of liquid wires
through the medleys half-sung and the letters unsent
the nights wasted sleeping
time, like currency, spent
who drew the curtains, left vacant sign
on every window of every door
and begged the world to give you more
who was it?
everybody who has ever been truly loved has that person, that left them because they loved them far too much to let them settle for a rainbow in the sky.