endings

at night i count
my bones
and remember where
your body fit against
them
i move slowly over
hips and wrists
get caught on elbows and
neglected ribcage
linger over last i love yous
and try to imagine
what forever feels like
on the body
where is sits
and how it changes
with time

the last time you kissed me
was on a street corner
in buenos aires
outside a cab waiting to
take me to the airport
and i watched you grow small
turn the corner
your shoulders slumped
and it would have been
romantic
if it hadnt been the last time
if there were more kisses
more plane rides
more
just more

it would have been...

what would it have been?