i feel it too

[serenegamboler]

The sadness in your messages
could make my wallpaper sag.
I can feel you, from miles away,
letting your crow’s feet snag
on the corners of your mouth,
being tugged on by gravity.

Isaac Newton isn’t the only
man to blame for this.
You are in danger of letting
your loneliness
suck you under.
I can hear you staring
at your feet when you talk to me.

I can hear the surprise in your voice
when chuckling is no longer a choice
and you let one slip out.
You are in the middle of a smile drought.

You pour yourself into
hanging pictures on the walls,
but you won’t let yourself
take in the memories in the frames.
They are just pretty colors or shapes
to be hung perfectly straight
in the hall.

Please don’t fall.
Please don’t beg me not to want
to make you happy.
Please don’t beg me not to try
to let you miss me.

Please don’t cry.
Please don’t wedge yourself
between your mattress and the wall
just so it feels like
your bed’s not empty.

Please don’t die.
Please don’t feel the sting
of the hot saline
dripping from your eye,
and let it penetrate
your heart.

I’m still here.
I still love you.
And even though
you don’t want me to feel it,
I can’t help it;
I know you’re hurting too.

Just let it wash over you.
I’ll still be here for you.
I just can’t wait for you.