Gia Raquel

You look nothing like Clint Eastwood

Now matter how much you squint

Your brown eyes will always be yours,

How I recognize them to be

 

When you lied atop the side of my bed

A fleeting thought of intimacy squeezed itself through the neat sheets

 

Sometimes my words make you sad

And I understand

They make me sad too

 

I walked into that vinyl shop you love so much

It felt covered in dust,

And small bits of silver

I could almost see your hands running over the rows of disks and covers

But I seem to always lose track of what’s in front of me

 

There once was a time where I knew

All that I knew

The dark wood held in every scent I thought

out-existed the rest of the world

But then there was you,

With a scent so alike my own

I had seemingly forgotten a stranger sat by my desk

 

I fear you don’t know me

I fear you have caught my words

In glass mason jars

For even as they love the air

They kind of lose their meaning every day they sit

 

I fear a lot, you know this

I am afraid of the feeling of my own heartbeat

When it hits too hard against my lungs,

I continuously ask for it to stop

Even though I know she won’t

I know you won’t

 

Darling, stay with her

Stay within your home

As the winter comes,

You’ll soon realize how a coat cannot cover all the callouses on your fingers

All the bruises, all the cuts

 

Darling, step outside

As the cold is gone

And the golden hour rests upon your cheeks

I believe you will look back and see your house,

no longer a home

Half gone, with so little standing

 

Maybe then you will understand how each engraving truly has a meaning

And exhaustion sometimes gets the best of us