A Cup Of Coffee

I don’t know

how to tell you this
without breaking
my hands.
at night,
i can hear the lonely
 hearts beating.
we’re all wide awake.
hungry for love.
with too much missing
in our chests.

here, listen.
 
i have become
a creature of habit,
always reaching for
what is not there.
my wrists are
frozen in time.
what i’m trying to say is,
 i love you
but in a different way now.
 nothing’s been the same
ever since you burned
down the forest
the wolf in me
called home.