When I wanted to not feel you anymore
I wrote a poem.
When I couldn’t feel you anymore
I worked on it harder.
I looked for assonance and consonance
to wrap around my thighs
where we used to keep your hands.
I searched for verbs
to replace the actions that used to keep me warm.
Kissing. Talking. Touching. Laughing.
When I was lonely I wrote a poem
to fill the empty space
but how do you write a poem over six feet tall
about teaching your lover
how to drown you?
I couldn’t find a tone loud enough
a line long enough
or a break large enough to say
all you do is tie them up.
And wait for the water to rise.