a telephone line away
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to ghost-post-cards@you.com18/09/2015 2:33 am
you feel somehow
farther than a telephone line away
even though I hang on the end of yours
to catch any of you that might float up north to me
I miss you
my poetry is getting less poetic without you
and I can’t tell if that’s actually kind of profound
or just really angsty
if I think too much about the empty space
in Spanish class
that your words
// that you //
used to fill
both languages I know evade me
I can’t help but feel left behind
that’s shitty to say
but when you move to LA
and tell me that it’s not the place for me
it’s hard to feel like I’m still with you
I feel like I’m sending out postcard
after postcard to a ghost
and that your responses are
half my own desperate imagination