i leave it out where it's easy to see

sometimes I like the cost.

I still remember your name
but years ago I stopped seeing your face.
I guess not everything disappears
and it’s not like I forgot your fears—

but when time stops and I don’t know why,
my heart will pause—or skip a sigh
and it’s like
a moment
was quietly

stolen. 

 I spend the rest of the night
in my secret places,
and though my haunts have changed
I swear—I’m no longer faceless,

and that feeling
I once called your name
is now the only way
I can see your face.
 
I don’t lack a lot,
I make due with the little things
the tiny fairies I find
and the places I go
in my magical mind—
places I told you
that “no one else knows.” 

I don’t know what to make of it,
I let the sigh fade out
one long breath
the entire moment allowed,
it’s stolen
but I don’t mind

and I leave it in the open
knowing exactly
what will happen.