Honey, I'm Not Strong Enough

Maybe we could
keep eachother like
a secret or a postcard from
a time when
metamorphosis fell like rain and
looking felt like conversation and
I was "beautiful" and
you were "everything".
When we were
in tune with the powerlines and
one another.

And you could visit me and
no one would have to know,
just make sure you
wipe your feet on your way out.
And before you go
let me breathe you in because
I always loved the way you smell.

I wish
I kept that tshirt you lent to me so that
sleeping didn't feel like sickness.