I read somewhere
that missing someone
was a part of loving them.
That if you are never apart,
you never really know
how strong your love is.
I knew how strong my love for you was
because each time you looked at me
like maybe I was magic,
my heart beat so hard in my chest
it pulverized a rib of mine.
And soon enough I was left without a container for my heart
who kept on getting bigger and bigger
because of all the place you took in it.
And soon enough my heart was just floating in floating
inside of my body.
Like the clouds seem to do in the sky
when you are seven years old and you spend the day
laying in the grass,
making elephants out of condensed water vapor.
The point is,
I did not need to miss you
to know how strong my love for you was.
But I guess that’s what happens when
you meet someone that makes you feel
like the world is infinite when you are only 21;
Life gets in the way.
And suddenly you are an ocean away
from the only person in the world who truly matters to you.
And suddenly your heart that was once
floated in your body like a feather
just feels like a heavy rock you need to cary
at the bottom of your stomach.
And suddenly when you look at the clouds,
you no longer see elephants or your lover’s face,
because all you are able to see is
how grey everything feels;
how sad life is”
when you are missing ribs
and there is nobody with you
to kiss the pain away.