day 131

(for the FV! I Think I ___ You Show)

"Soul mates come into our lives to help us find our inner self"

An open letter to the soundtrack of our relationship

Hello heart
I remember hearing your song faintly
while resting my head
on the chest of other soldiers
The thumping of an escape
secretly telling me the love I deserve
was not in the rib cage of these boys

Hello fingernails
The scratching and digging into each others
nervous palms were not
a way of trying to get deeper
They were an acoustic
practice session of fortune telling
They were a way to grab hold and
see who would let go first
They were a way to leave scars
if one day one of us indeed let go

Hello lungs
Keeping one lung empty
and the other whole
taught us to breathe in sync
To practice techniques of
how to let the other one
know how much we love the other
and why

Hello tongue
You seem to be out of control sometimes
Your lashing out is the lead vocalist
of the new punk rock band
in the garage
Where you seem to have left your ears
Thank you for the slight change in genre
Your I Love You's
sound a whole lot more
wholeheartedly

Hello cracking of sore backs and hips and knees
You play the sweet note of us
beginning to grow old together

Hello heart
Again
A few years ago
I remember hearing your songs faintly
like a whisper
like a caged songbird wanting to escape
Secretly plotting a way to dig to the surface
You were not trying to bury your fortune
in a small scar of your dead soldiers
More than lately
I enjoy the thumping of your victory
I now know you were tired of being empty
while keeping someone whole
Your breathing is a lot louder now
Is being fed by oxygen and fresh air
and a new love
By the playful I Hate You's,
the I Wish We Were Never Dating's,
and the You Are Sleeping On the couch Tonight's
because we both wake up
hearts skipping beats in sync
holding onto dear life with sweaty palms
together, on the couch,
with the cracking of sore backs and hips
and knees