Gia Raquel

I love you slightly,

Oh, so slightly

I almost forget it’s there

It feels like the absence of pain once his ghost faded from my pillows

It is the quiet padding of your fingers on my forearm

You asked me if I missed him

I miss all my homes

Sometimes my chest still hurts because the skies are too blue

And the air smells like his bedroom

I just want to say to you

Sometimes remembering hurts

Even if I have stopped loving him

I’ve grown too used to the cement of these sidewalks

Seemingly losing the idea of care in the process

It is why I cannot help myself as I caress you

Because I don’t know how

When will it be the last?