Code words and body signals
For please fucking save me
It’s part of the dreams I kill
It’s part of memory
If I drop the phrase into the letter
Will they show up at my door
After years of not knowing what I want
Will I want them anymore
Animals crackers hidden in my room
While voices carry up the stairs
I kept waiting for a surprise from you
That I am yours, ours, and not theirs
I write the word into the letter
A guess, a chance, a stupid mystery
But now that too many years have gone
I do not want you to come and find me
So with you here, at my door
I am cracker crumblers at your feet
But I am mine, no longer yours
And this will be the last time we meet
With Love,
Natalie
(P.S. don’t mind me, working out story things through some poetry)