04 The Aftermath Of A Weird Week Poem by Emma Isdal

I can`t stop thinking about you
Can`t stop thinking about the days we spent together
If someone told me how much could change in a week
I would laugh at the thought of it
Cause there was no way of prediciting you
The events leading up to me meeting you
Were bizarre and completely necessary

A 7 hour conversation
Out with all the scary parts!
Don`t leave anything out
tell me whats on your mind and nothing less
than the pain you`ve endured
then smile at me. That gooffy smile
with your head sligthly tilted to one side
looking at me with a passing insecurity
You told me that my eyes made you feel more confident

Your kiss made me feel special
I can still remember how our lips seemed to
melt together, how they just fit each other perfectly
and how your beard didnt bother me at all
surprisingly
I miss it along with everything else that is you,
even that awful mattress that felt like we were
sleeping on bricks

thats what it feels like now
bricks bricks all around me
and I`m cold and lonely and praying that you are safe
since you wont let me know that you are
intentionally or by acccident I dont know
but I never hear from you
except for when you post your poems
that are not about me but about her
and that hurts
I know I`m being silly cause I have no right

I have no claim to you.
We never specified our situation.
Maybe there was no need.
It was without a doubt the most
intense experience of my life
one that I can never forget
and it ended the same way it (...)