i wish i could bottle it up and breathe it in again

And I do slightly miss

Our big house by the river

Gravel and high grass and burnt umber leaves

You’d drag your body home, I would wait up to see you

Stood at the top of the stairs like a dog

Cold feet on the hardwood

Birdsong in the valley

You were already gone by the time I arose

A shirt on the bedspread

Umbrella by the door

Oh, the sweet end of September

Three windows, wide open

We had endless time

I drank the fog in the mornings

We shared a bed ’till the very last moment

Then you went back across the hallway

And I was alone

The geese overhead

Covered your conversation

Your mom away somewhere sunny

Without seeing

Or hearing you, I felt it

All in my chest