I reread our old emails instead of listening to my professor
I gaze at our pictures instead of taking new ones
The sun is out, students lay on the grass and soak up the warmth
We have been cold for so long
My hair is growing, and I keep cutting it
The memories held in the split ends are disappearing
Every word can connect to you
California, american cheese, corona, harris teeter
I am becoming the sum of my pain
The aftermath of grief sculpting my heart
I am trying to quit the addictions I held with you
The smoke and drink and sex and pain
My thighs are stretching, my arms gaining width
But my heart is concave, my soul shrinking
Lake Michigan is caribbean blue, brighter than the sky
I’d like to drown in it, swim to the bottom and sleep
My mother calls me every couple days
And I remember that I am a person
My taxes are done, May is approaching
What will happen when I return to the place we fell in love?