what we do.

we kiss underwater and
have sex on a Sunday.

we send letters, pictures,
and love with postage stamps.

(somedays i think i am going to break the mailman's heart)

we wear each others clothes to bed
and pretend the bodies that used to be
inside them are right next to us again.

we break weeks into days, and days into
how many hours it's been since we've
been on the same side of the state.

we're working as hard as we can
but sometimes it still doesn't help.