i’ll burn some herbs over the spot where you sat

and stared me right in my eyes last night

i’ll open my window

and let the pheromones drift out into the crisp evening 

i’ll collect my tears

and feed them to the flowers blooming in the damp spring air

i’ll wax my heart with chocolate and potatoes

and all of the comforting foods i know

and i’ll let the feelings of you pass through me

until you’re nothing but a wisp of hair on the floor

and a container of half eaten chocolate ice cream in my freezer.

-m