I love you, Jack
I really do

(she really said that)

I know you have to leave

I know you have to
and I want you to know:

when you leave,
everything in my heart will spill
out like

a dropped egg

a slashed pillow

a bat-cracked skull



if you come back, Jack,
(she was the only one who called me Jack)
I will leave anybody and run with you

even if whoever-it-is
just kissed the bride…10 years from now, whatever…
as long as I don’t have kids, Jack,
I’ll run with you...

(she really said that)



I am the envelope of an important letter

I am a nugget of the dankest doj’

I am a cadaver about to be autopsied

so, please,
tear into me gently, Jack
and
kiss me before you walk away

(I did)



(as the sun burned my face
and her eyes burned my back, I thought,
damn,
leave it to a theatre major
to be melodramatic)

Jackson Riley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/post-secondary-love-about-2-years-since/