by Amanda DeLalla
I’m stuck between two places,
My mind flies through times and spaces.
(Remembering days I spent with you.)
Sadness touches thoughts of you, boy,
Memories that once brought me Joy.
(Like you carrying me into your room.)
This is the limbo, I suppose,
Before you walk down the path you chose.
(Or gazing at the city, under the moon.)
Been crying myself to sleep at night,
And if you just came back, things would be right.
(That time you bought me tiramisu.)
Not even a week since you’ve been gone,
And I avoid Facebook for fear you’ll log on.
(We laughed together at Chekhov’s gloom.)
It’s just like Oscar Hammerstein said,
I may not wanna live but I’m scared of being dead.
(I’ll relive this all again by tomorrow afternoon.)