Tell Me About Your Heart, Please.

It's been a minute since we spoke.
A month or six...
I suppose it feels good to see you again.
Feel and smell the pages,
Fill 'em with my love like I did.
I'll pour my soul into you again, for a minute.
For a minute you'll become me.
How does it feel? To have me?

Describe it to me, the strength it took,
to cradle this meek heart.
To bear its soggy weight on your spine.

HA!
I am smiling,
laughing,
just to be in your company again.
Joy! There is joy!

Describe to me how much strength it took,
to say goodbye.
To part, with the knowledge that it. is. final.
How does it tug at your gut?
How does it poke at that tender heart?

Did your cheeks anticipate the salty shower of remorse,
did they ache for it as mine did?

You always hated my questions.
And always kept me guessing.
Always guessing,
I always hated guessing.

Keep me on my toes, baby, like you always did.
Don't let me forget those puppy teeth.
Sad brown eyes.
Don't let me forget the love I saw in 'em.

I had told you in the summer,
under the sweet shade of blossoming chestnuts.
Our bodies sprawled over each other,
sprawled,
over the bare, soft, earth.
I told you,
that once you've loved a thing,
it's already changed you.
And in that way, the love always will be.

Oh, baby, I pray.
I pray that somewhere in your boyish mind,
behind the chestnut-brown eyes I used to kiss and call mine.
You'll remember that.
And let that thought bring you warmth.
Now that our summer has gone.