My Favorite Love
When you left, you took a piece of me with you
Like burs on white socks after a summer trek through a field
It, too, clung to the softness of your curls
It's raw edges finding peace in the warmth of your presence just like I used to
Since then, I've learned to make do without it
Just as I've learned to make do without you
But still, some days are still not safe from thoughts of you
With an almost etheral call, your familar voice still echos in my chest
And your words still find a home in my thoughts
And even though it's been months, your arms are still a safe place
But now, when I say your name it is not a love song
It is a familiar lullaby
settling pleasantly on my tongue
A mixed cocktail of beautiful nostalgia and melancholy
I sip it slowly
Getting buzzed on the memories
Of the way we used to pull on each other like the moon to the ocean
Miles a part, but always drawn to each other like magnets
You will always be my ocean
And our memories will forever live on the line where the blue of the sea kisses the shy shore
Cause when I hear the crunch of the sand and the smell of sea salt, I can still hear your voice in my ear
"Someday this will be the ocean" you whispered
Someday we'd have a great dane
Someday we'd have a glass of wine on the terrace as we watched the dying sunset
Someday we'd make banana pancakes
Someday we'd reach that forever we always promised each other would be our only in all the poems we wrote to each other
And there'd be countless books in our study
I wonder if you still think about that
That young and innocent love
- My favorite love
Maybe we'll find it again someday
Maybe not in each other anymore
Perhaps you'll learn to love the big brown eyes of another girl
And maybe I'll learn to love the scars of another boy
And Maybe you'll learn to love the way another girl's hair sways in the wind when she leans her head out the window to kiss the sunshine
Maybe I'll also learn to fall asleep to the voice of another
Maybe, you'll learn to forget about me
And maybe I'll learn to finally stop writing poems about you
I like to think these sort of thoughts cross your mind too
But if not, I don't mind
Our time was a beautiful one, forever trapped in fall
We never could make it pass the winter
But I still keep all your texts and sweaters
the dress I wore when you first kissed me is too short on me now
Outgrown like our love, but it still hangs in my closet
And your letters and hand written poems remain in a bundle in the journal you were last mentioned in
Because I still haven't learned to stop turning back the clock
Old love, I still gladly visit what is left of you
The tiny pieces you dropped on your way out
Reminding me to smile, to keep warm
To keep safe
I still think about our love
My favorite love