One day
The sound of your name
won’t turn my stomach
into a collapsed twin tower

One day
The pictures of you two
Won’t fill my face
With raindrops
That mistook
The empty in my eyes
For the sky.

One day.
your voice
Won’t send me
back in time.

One day
I’ll stop looking
for myself
in her.....
everything.

Stop wishing
And wanting
And waiting
And wading
And waiting
And wading
And waiting

But for now
You will continue
To resurrect
In my exhales.

In my hellos
And my goodbyes
In all
That ever hurt
And all
That ever loved

You are
Disgustingly
And irrevocably
Ever present.

For now.