Almost left unsaid

he said

i was free

to love someone else

like a window

opening

letting warm air out

he asked

what i was thinking

when i drifted

paper cups

floating down

the building

the afternoon we kissed

light as

abandoned promises

years

to name softness

years later

i loved another

followed

seasons

still alone

even next to them

they ended it

on a plane

a text

i can’t do this

clouds swallowing me

he came back

repentant

people do

my doors

closed

Another soft love

different skin

freight of storms

closer

then gone

he carried his own

love is a ghost

warm hand

terrible timing

leaving

without stirring air

sentence unfinished

door silent

so let leaving

be leaving

no language

no alphabet

i feel

i feel

even that

refuses

a name