You picked me up and put me in a little glass jar
—don’t worry, you remembered to poke holes in the lid
four little windows made by the end of your pen
now the air can seep in, but I can’t feel your warmth
because I’ve been in your window sill for weeks now
like you brought me here for display
and you haven’t even noticed I'm falling apart
It’s a crying shame, really
because you can’t catch tears like you do fireflies
and sitting outside at night doesn’t make moonshine,
even though my pockets are full of pennies
they feel heavy as if it were gold
and it makes me wait,
like Summer ground hoping for Fall leaves
Summer’s long gone now, it's been October for months
64 and foggy says the forecast
and there isn’t the slightest chance
you’d know, can’t we just say you did?
Let’s say— just for a moment (please)
you came back and saw your words had left bruises
that the flowers you brought me weren’t dying in their vase
and my bedroom wasn’t full of your unclothed promises
Let’s just pretend—only for a second
we’re in Hawaii, the sun has its hand on my back
the water’s warm and soft
and I’m no longer drowning beneath it
maybe then,
would you like to stay?