The Blood & The Bones

none.

I prayed that I could linger somehow
that something of me could cause you pain

not in heart or broken body, I know this
I was gone in this way before I left

but I hope that something of me remains

that maybe you taste my lips on the coffee cup left cold on the table
feel me curled up in the cushions where you took what you wanted
or see me there lost and solemn
by the window
in the early sun of that wasted next day

it’s wrong and unnecessary
changing nothing

but I wrap myself up in wishful thinking
like security blankets
that you hurt
that the ghost of those naïve promises
haunt you still

that they are just as heavy
as the weight of this one question
that everlong rattles in my chest

how I could be all of what you wanted
and yet none of it?

the blood
& the bones