Found this old poem. Its probably one of my favorite five Ive written. Maybe the best. Its too bad that its about an ex because Its just so dang good. I currently love that part that makes it sound like Im jealous of the Tshirt he will keep around, even tho he wont keep me around. I dont care to be with that person anymore, but the poem is just so well written I have to post it.

When “We can't see each other anymore” AshleyElizabeth

go ahead, blindfold me.

I still see you,

thinking on half a piece of Sweet Peppermint gum,

about

--Nothing--

like steel strings,

caressed by your calloused fingers--

fingers that pick locks, find baby her pacifier,

dip into freshly grated cheese

swatted away

by

--Nothing--

like the ruffle of your feathered hair,

stirring jet strands and disclosing two white secrets-

another age within.

snowy owl, nervous

about

--Nothing--

like the stir of your spoon

in a steaming midnight Ovaltine

dressed in ball shorts and an old white tee

the worlds greatest Gramma mug in one hand,

and in the other,

nothing.

not me

not the puzzle of my fingers fitting yours

nor the question of whether my eyes are blue-green or green-blue

nothing to provoke emotion

or confuse.

Go ahead, caress the six string, kiss the Ovaltine, and lie

with the old white tee you'll keep

forever, and ever, and ever.

while my fingers trace your nothing

on the bed, and my tongue tastes absence

before the Sweet Peppermint even hits

my lips.

Close my eyes,

and when “we can't see each other anymore”

I am still the expert on you.