51. An unfiltered one

the ceiling fan
spins
over my hollow
body
making
these vivid
almost talking
images
I still keep
of you
go round
and round
around me
like little
fairies

yours
is a
sweet
being

you are
everything
I ever wanted
and
all I
want
is you

save me
a place
on your chest
so I can finally
rest
my head
one fine day

let me hear
your heartbeat
closer
once again

come and
replace
with
yourself
this charming
hologram
you left here

and if you
won't
it's alright
too

I'll try
not to be
forgotten
by you
in the
meantime
and
if I am

you've got
all those
secret writings
I've left you
on
sticky notes
on your desk

on napkins
at a restaurant

on ripped pages
of a magazine
in a waiting room

I made sure
to leave traces
if you ever
change your mind
I'm reaching
the way that I can

I think the water
is boiling
I'll go make
some tea
to join you