i borrowed you,
you borrowed me

there was a lot of whispering

and no late fees

Deep down I think I knew
the letters I bottled
would never reach your shore.

the road opens its mouth
and begins to
sing

and all that’s left
for me
is to smile
as its gravelly voice
welcomes me.

that she has my heart;

that she always will.

i wanted you to feel
the gratitude
in every breath

even in the ones
that hurt

(especially the ones
that hurt).

my heart is a
gutter
filled with trash and
broken glass.