I keep thinking about the way you crashed into my life like a spring electricity storm, and how things will probably never be quite the same. How you twisted around the midnight hours and caught me in your teeth like a loose string. You broke me open and changed me. Left this wide open space where I could keep your memory, and some days I am still trying to figure out if I am a part of your outskirts or your inseams. You’re my favorite inside joke. A rogue wave in my sea. I caught a glimpse of you in coffee grounds at the base of the rose bushes, and every perfect moment where I could tell you things is ruined by half-shaken silence.