If only I was better with words
I would’ve told you how my heart still drops
every time I hear your name.
Like a sudden fall in the temperature
as if the ghost of our memories
just entered the room.
Or the instant tumble of the rollercoaster
from the highest high to numbing gloom.
Except here I am
Spewing letters after letters
And sentences after sentences.
The words, though, never seem to bring you back.