138.

My heart can feel the weight of itself 
and it is an amount it has not weighed 
since love last took its burden.
But your smile is going with you and 
I do not know the touch of your hand 
or the feel of your kiss 
or how you spend your Sunday’s.

I want to know, I need to know;
you have taken all of that with you 
and I am stuck - in this seat 
on this plane , in this state -
while others are taking your existence 
for granted, while others just
take your goddamn smile for granted.

I hope you will remember me because 
I cannot ask for you to wait 
but I can pray that you will at least 
imagine a future with me because 
my head is full of daises and 
you are the one who picks them.