Slumping from one day to the next
I miss you hard and slow. Everyday
or, nearly everyday into my thoughts
you come and go. It’s toxic, I know.
But stop the hate and, wait. Remember
we used to laugh at Harlem together.
Friends of a feather, birds together,
we’d wreck streets and sidewalks with
a madman’s chemistry. How you’d laugh
even though my jokes were Dad in nature.
I don’t miss your touch or kisses, or
whatever, the sex in bathrooms or on futons,
but Jesus, your voice, and the kind way
we’d eat sushi on a Thursday. Godzilla roll
and more. What I wouldn’t give to see you in my doorway,
ready to talk, then pass. You’d offer me info on your life,
nothing more. We’d hug, then, through that door. Bye girl!
Haha. I promise: I loved you more.