Slow mo.

it's late 

and

i miss you

again

fuck 

im sorry

don't mind me or

my feelings

please

sorry

i really am sorry

sorry for 

saying sorry 

so much

i didn't mean

to fuck

things

up

it's just

something i do

with everything

i touch

or want

of feel

im sorry

please come back

i still water your plants

every night

just like you used to

and i drive to the

farmers market

at saturdays

because sundays are

too crowded 

and walk around

hoping maybe

i'll see you buying apples

or honey 

and maybe you'll make a joke 

or two

and call me honey pot

just 

like

you

used

to

i still do that

and 

i still listen to 

pink floyd

on my way home

even though i hate 

60's music

i still call marco everytime

i'm in the 

shower 

and there aren't 

any towels 

in the bathroom

waiting for you to shout polo

and hand me one

but 

your scream is never

heard

and the towel never 

comes

i still eat all the 

purple froot-loops

and separate 

the blue ones

because 

those are your favorites

i still go to your favorite 

coffee shop

and ask for your chai latte

and i sit

and i wait

for you to walk through 

the door 

and share my bagel with me

but you never come

and i can't ever 

eat all of my bagel

and i still 

miss you

and i still 

love you

and i will

forever 

remain 

in that

state

util i 

can finally hold 

you hand

again.