part 2 of "a restless reaction"

i re-awoke distressed
(with thoughts restless,
moving as
a fallen leaf
windblown on concrete for miles on
end) -
remembering the
"hey whats going on?"
you dealt to melt my exterior
as it fell to the concrete
swept away by the autumn breeze
with the morning's fallen leaves.

i can still feel the rhythm of your heart
beating against my
cheek,
fighting me
with memories
of what used to be.

my corpse lays cold:
a used cloth
covered with prints of
your hands on top of me,
imperfect lips pressed against my neck reminding me
how i thought we could be
one.

the shape of your lips
indented into my neck
takes me back to that one summer night spent
crashing into one other
caroncarlike
ingredients spun into a
blender
hoping we might
come together
as one
all over again
as you promised.

and i wait patiently
knowing [high key] that we were never really meant to be.