unsent letter # ? (something i'll get used to)
someday i won't
drive around
lost in a strange town
listening to the radio
tears streaming down my face
you told me so
someday i won't feel an
empty space at my wrists
in my heart
where you beat so strong
so lifelike
and i'll recognize every constellation
but yours
i won't be converting
money
or time
or temperature
by habit
i'll forget your phone number
your stories
your laugh
the names of your friends
your justwokenup voice
the birthday balloons
the books we both read
the apologies and the times
you called me the thing
i hate to be called
the emails will be long since deleted
the countdown the courage the
corsages of roses
or petal painted sheets
of a valentine dream
will be taken over
by the reality
of distance
and the dead end nature
that always was
you and i
i'll see crossword books and
not think of your mother
and how she told me things
my own mother never could
how she wanted me
in her life
when my own mother
never did
the way you
in the end
never did...
