you’re gone

and i don’t know if i’m sorry

but here is one for every

moment we shared

i.

the two a.m.’s and the nine o’clocks

the smoke that curled as

you wrote lyrics on my back

my arms my legs

and a fire danced on top of the sheets

ii.

your skin turned gold and your voice

was silver, shining with amber,

cold wind, and hurt

but it was a good kind of hurt

like a burning in my stomach

and the noise sad songs make

iii.

moments shared, are not my favourite

because three’s a crowd

a crowd where i didn’t fit

and now know i wasn’t welcome

i wasn’t welcome in that circle

iv.

the moment i finally realized

that not all of them are meant to be kept

pressed between pages of favourite books

kept safe in cardboard boxes

just like how this one

shouldn’t make this list

v.

and in a minute

i finally realized

that i didn’t fit

in your circle

because i didn’t fit

with you

to start with

vi.

this is our last

our final

this is our

goodbye