Fish

It used to be that I spent my whole life running for buses
Until I got my christmas present
and started waiting for you.

I'm still getting my stride back.

Somewhere
in a distant corner of the universe,
there are
pontoon nights
your perfect chest
a million episodes of Arrested Development
and the birdie we could never find
in the trees

But outside my window
My neighbor's stucco wall
is carved with mistakes I never made
and the excuses I always made
for you.

I know it's silly
Since our words and awkward smiles
tread on the wrapping paper
of centuries
But I never really realized it was over
until I saw paper fish eyes
peering up at me

from the trash.