Eight Matches

I gave you eight matches. You used seven to abandon me. I saved the
last one just in case I want to go too. O, I miss you when I speak.
When I laugh it isn’t me it’s you You came back. You came back loud
while I tried to yell you don’t need arms to Hug me Looking at your
lips is love enough to live in life on docks with no legs in water
with no reflection we’ll come back loved. Hands splashed together
in holy holy the Worthless, uncanny their cars and how they always
match my socks Just right on the time, Just slight sort of stolen
Sexy in your best words Perfect in your prose.