my body is too small for my feelings

i will always remember:

we made love the morning of the day you left me

waking in soft tumble

kissing ourselves into daylight

needing each other.

i never memorized your phone number until

i deleted it

and now the digits stare back at me

and burn into my eyes in place of your name

and i could call you from

anywhere,

now.

the first time i tried to sleep in that bed without you,

i ended up crying myself to sleep

back on the couch;

unable to smell you and look around

at all your things

collected in the space we used to share

a life you pushed me out of,

how can i dream in such a place?

my room is just storage space now,

not a piece of furniture in sight

every single thing i own

in a pile

on the floor

i own but one box and it isn't big enough;

i have but one heart and from it everything spills.