A Days Notice

I grab a blank peice of paper and stare between the lines

staring endlessly at what I would normally use for words

An emotion too deep to carelessly wrap in any kind of poem

a heart forced to face remains of what was a well thought out dream

as poetic as any love should be but not all surfaced like we wanted it to be

so here is my days notice of what coulda, woulda, shoulda been

receiving nothing but a blank piece of paper folded with intention

once it unfolds you see nothing at first; a blank piece of paper, no words

but as you look closer you'll see what is in plain sight

the paper is more crinkled on the outside from where I was holding on too tight

the lines with water smudges from crying the other night

the intense brightness of the paper where not even a kiss of pencil had dulled its white.

the loss of appetite to put fourth even the smallest of efforts

the restriction of breathing and unforced tears come too easily

you entered with a boom and left like the wind

an all too familiar thing on your end

Give yourself a day for the intended depth

let the familiar ring of past efforts no longer have meaning

as we both know some things don't take but a day to lose