I still...

My chest is tight.
I struggle to catch my breath from running out the picture;
the way our love gallivanted away...
careening into the night...
leaving me in the dark-
alone-
wondering if you will ever come back.
Those words get caught in my throat.
They tie up my vocal chords,
choking the thought of their existence,
remembering how my lips formed to speak our spoken truths of love in its purest form.
Young-
innocent-
half crazy-
full of laughter-
carefree caresses-
dorm room dreams of future tomorrows.
Gut wrenching nightmare interrupt fairytaled fantasies of what could have been?
If you're happy now?
...If she sings with the fierceness I have...
gathering strength from the pinkie toes to the vessels of my heart;
the stronghold of your toughest hair follicle,
locs of love cut away with growth-
and time-
and remembrance.
The universe played our record until God's nail scratched its surface
and our season ended.
I won't forget.
I can't...forget.
I'm different because of US.
I love LONG-
and HARD-
and REALLL-
annnnnnd SMART.
I still...
think...
I need...you?
I still...
love you?

(inspired by listening to Jill Scott live "He Loves Me")
http://www.youtube.c...om/watch?v=p6jo1giiD6U