i don’t think of you

do you think of me

my name was all your fingers ever held

the thought of us spilling

out of dreams into things that will never be

you are distracted now

without me

you are a liar

if i asked you

who is it that your veins are singing for

who is it that gives you strength when weakness is seeping out of the cracks between our hands

who is it that knows your heart: the quiet little drumbeat when you are broken; the rush the rapids the waterfall when we closed our eyes and imagined a little closer

?

the truth is caught in your throat, i can hear you

choking on the things that you should say - that's okay

here is your heart back

do what you will

and i will be honest for the both of us