Published: LOTL Magazine Aug ’09

No One Belongs Here More Than You

It’s not fair that now,
When I am missing you most
The sky begins to turn
Away from the light, and into the
Darkness, giving life to the
Cumulus clouds which will soon
Bloom and swell with rain.
They will push salt into my wounds.
Breathe its meek breath against
My weak fire, fanning it, fueling it
Without sympathy into an arsonist’s dream
(My mind needs no encouragement).
Last time it rained, you were licking your lips
Savouring my muffled breath
And the murmuring rain.
Back then, you were flesh and blood between the
Bed frame of my bones.
The night sky heaves one more time
Before unleashing the
Blue heavens of the day.
Thousands of brooms sweep my rooftop
Pushing clumps of dirt that frown against the
Wall of my building.
Between my flesh and bones
You are as palpable as
Memories are.
Nostalgia reminds me that you are as
Close to me as a ghost is.
Your haunting is as vacuous as my bed.
I still. I still.
Still wanting to lie as you lie, walk
As you walk
Breathe, only when you breathe, only when you breathe.
It’s not fair that when I miss you most
My naïve mind forces my heart to despise you.

No one belongs here more than you (no one belongs here more than you).
My heart is your malleable bed frame, and
No one sleeps there more than you (where no logic can reach).
It’s not fair that no one can
Enter here but you.
In the hidden cavities of my heart,
Imperceptible by sense or reason,
No one, no one,
No one belongs here
More than you.