After you

Before you

I was a never ending

Ream of words

I was mornings unfolding to greet the day in language

In metaphor

In the rhythm of my thoughts bouncing off my keyboard

After you

I am never quite sure

Of the right word to say 

I am terrified of paper

I am apprehensive of anything proposing its own permanence

I am looking for exit signs

In all the pretty girls eyes

I am looking for you

And the wind

In everything I do

After you

I am forgetting the names to my favorite songs

I am turning the melodies inside out

Pulling the words out from the spine
slow and one at a time

After you

I am without

Everything I thought was

I am no language

I am foreign tongue

I am tone deaf 

I am too quiet

I am removed from my hands

I am full of salt

after you

I am not mine

Anymore