Does guilt run through your veins
for making every bone in my rib cage
feel like lightning is striking it down the middle?
as loud as my laughter that night at 1:56 AM
and how come no one ever told me that
watching someone’s chest rise up and down
could be such a captivating sight?
it is dark in my room
and all there is,
is moonlight peeking through fuchsia curtains
and I think about your smile
that was made for me
and the lips
that craved for me
and the arms
that once held me.
I listen to the pattering of the rain
that reminds me
of your heart beats.