Teacups and Pens

Distraught

Every poem I try to write,

any song I try to listen to,

all the movies I try to watch;

they all have your memory

imprinted within the

words,

notes,

minutes.

I can’t escape this craving

I constantly feel, a burning.

And for you!

Any attempt I have at

learning Spanish,

countless moments invade

my studying.

If you only knew

how many times I’ve wanted

ever so desperately

to just talk to you,

to not feel like you are avoiding me,

like some sort of sick

disease.

I never realized

how many moments in a day

my mind is utterly consumed

with the thought of you.

Occupying the space in which you

have physically disappeared,

but I feel your memory

in every step,

preventing me from ever

moving on.