If you think this poem is about you, it probably isn't.
You Probably Think This Poem Is About You
The writing on the wall
Is in a script
That is as slurred as the words that pour from your mouth
Like the drink pouring from your cup
Like the rain pouring outside.
The look in your eyes
Is a dead giveaway
It is as apologetic as the tightness with which you hug me
Like the tightness in my lungs as I breathe in your smoke
Like the tightness between the threads in the binding of your favorite book.
The alarm bells ringing
Are at a frequency
That is as deafening as the silence of being under water
Like the silence of an empty room
Like the silence after being told to shut up.
The smell of your shirt
Is so familiar to me
It is as captivating as the innocence of a sprout
Like the innocence of a first meeting
Like the innocence of a honey bee
The music playing
Is in a key
That is as euphonic as the lyrics that wave together
Like the tides flowing in
Like the pain ebbing out
The touch of your hand
Is of a tenderness
That is as gentle as the warmth of the sun as it reaches your back
Like the tequila warming my chest
Like the fire warming your home
The distance between us
Is growing every moment
It is as numbing as a pain that you’ve gotten used to
Like the constricting pain of a lump in your throat
Like the pain of waking up alone
