sam's

darling

are you still dreaming

and not sleeping?

i forget what your face looks like 

and your hands 

don't worry—

your dark eyes are seared 

in my mind 

my knees are bruised and bleeding 

and dirt lives under my nails 

i'm tired of being tragic

but it's all i know 

and the only poem 

i can write is one where 

you have it all 

and i'm left with nothing

but the pieces to hold onto 

promise me that you'll tuck our fragments 

into my coffin 

sew them into my blazer 

but please darling 

look out for my whispers—

i'll always be sorry 

i'll always be sad

i'll always be sam's