i scribbled 'i love you' into the windex smear on the glass door and as it evaporated into the air like a window to my soul, i wondered if it were still true.
if i drew hearts in the sand, would the waves still come to wash it away, permanent as a drunken promise. would i still hear you smile into the crook of my shoulder,
would i still see your hands dip into my pockets like we were digging for treasure behind the rainbow you swore came up in the middle of a star-filled night.
would blades of grass still bend in the windswept whirl of your grin while i sit in wonder and pick at the scabs healing around my heart.
would i break under the spell of your frost-tipped lips that let loose
a million furies that sound like your heart cracking a smile in the last line of the last song you ever spoke.
would my world still tumble back into us between the sheets, with the rain tap-tap-tapping against the windows,
and you never look more beautiful than with the shadows of the moon's gentle fingers grazing your face.
would your smile still make my knees fall like rome and my heart skip like us skipping rocks, skipping words, skipping school in the middle of fall just to see the leaves fall into our hands, holding tiny fires that last for a millimeter of a millisecond.
if i heard poetry in the voice of the earth, would i still think of you?
if i felt your breath on my fingertips, would your heart miss a step?
if i misspelled all the love poems, just to make them special to you,
would
we
still
have
this?