For Bryan
We loved in a frenzy, no time taken for polite kisses or patient
goodbyes; miss yous and soon enoughs were the language
we knew best. That, and the one of the body, the one that sung
your name when the months would pass without kisses,
on my end, commitment, on yours. I stayed true
while you stayed busy, caught in the midst of California dreaming
and the boredom of the real world. I woke up to you, without you,
on repeat, humming like the songs I’d help you write, like the birds
we tried to imitate, like the body after panic. Humming myself
to sleep was the pattern when you were gone and I wasn’t sure if God
was listening. Without you, flirting gets old before I meet anyone
new. Because I can only ever smile, say I’m flattered, and wonder
when the day will come that you remember that it is rude to eat
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