Reacquaint

I've seen you every single day since.
I go to Target and see some Cracker Barrel cheese and I think of you.
A friend of mine mentions at dinner that his company's main offices are in Savannah, Georgia.
I see your polaroids lying around in random drawers of my desk.
I take a screen shot on skype and there next to the latest is you nodding off because you are tired.
I clean out my email and there is an itinerary confirmation for a plane to Atlanta.
The negatives from our time together are strewn about here and there.
My friends invited me to see Sublime tonight...
and this is only in the past week.


Some days I look at your picture and I see a blank screen.
I see no one there; I stare past.
Other days, I can't see your picture without breaking.
It's a knee jerk reaction and the tears come fast.
I don't know what this means exactly.
You are obviously still here somewhere, but it seems I've misplaced you for the sake of sanity.
Regardless, I don't think any of it has helped.
I am plainly broken.
I know where to go, but I can't seem to lift my legs and carry myself there.
I can't see it happening any time soon either.
It's very strange and very new.
Resiliency... hope... where are you?
It seems as though all three of you have left me the same.
Let me have just one.

I have met you again recently.
It breaks my heart.
Januaries and Octobers...
Fair skin.
Broken hearts.
Blue eyes.
One year later.

Oh my.
Oh my...
These late summer nights and the conversations running around them.
Goodnight; goodnight.
Sweet.
Precious.
Lovely.
Oh lovely...