Gia Raquel

I know all these details about you and I don’t know what to do with them

Your life is smeared onto my hands

Your smile is stuck within my nails

Your scent is hidden in the creases of my palms

And your eyes are silently remembered in my veins

I feel a deep nostalgia

Like a craving for what home could’ve been

But never became

I miss home and I’m scared I’ll never be able to find it

I hate the quiet spaces between our bodies

I wish to hear your small laugh

And feel your touch all too often

I am regretful in so many ways

And see myself in distaste, looking back

And looking now

Shaky soft breaths were taken like a first step

Yet ripped away like an old note

I remember too many things you probably believe I’ve forgotten

I hope you know I won’t forget any of it

Please don’t forget me