Space
"I would rather not go,
Back to the old house."
Well, the Smiths were right—
You should never return to things forgotten, left to rot.
But I'm not that kind of girl.
So of course, I return.
To taste the space between us two.
To see if it still tastes of you.
But the space... oh, the space,
Holds your absence in its place.
Tastes like that almost kiss we had.
Sweet enough to still feel sad.
In fact, it tastes like all our almosts.
Dreams abandoned at the coast.
Almost lasted, almost got through it—
But almost. That's all we could do it.
