3 Poems for the Pisces (2)

'Manual Transmission"

I still love you.

Most days I can feel the hurt in your heart

from miles away.

I want it not to hurt.

I want it not to because of me.

Less days I miss you.

I fall asleep

forgetting the warmth of your voice.

My skin fails to remember

the symphonies of your fingertips.

I’ve forgotten what your heart sounds like.

The last I heard it was

sobbing in my arms.

It was begging me not to

leave - even if you asked.

But you asked.

I leave you every morning.

After I slide what is left

into sleeves and skirts,

with legs shaved and hair golden.

After I take my pills and

pour the coffee and

start my car.

I turn the radio on loud to fill the silence.

I still love you.