days

on days like this

i’d rest my head

on your knees

and your fingers would

run through my hair

now you are a stranger

and your fingers

are strange things

i never want to see again

but i know them like mine

i wonder if you have days

like this too

when you remember my eyes

and what you’d say

how we’d laugh

i’ve forgotten you

but i live with you

because i recoil

when i receive kindness

instead of your indifference

my scars are yours too

because you drew them

but i am the one in the mirror

with crushed purple daisies

around my eyes

i don’t miss you

but sometimes

i think about you

like an echo

resounding in my chest