out with the old

maybe it was your coat,
hanging in the hallway
signaling goodbye like
some cheesy john cusak film
that made my breath catch and
burn, fall, funnel clouds to
the corners hiding beneath the
floorboards
i want them back
before i forget how to inhale with
out your knowing glance assuring
each intake will be as sweet
as when we first met.

if i had
more time, i would've baked cakes
with white icing. lemon sugar drizzled
over edges - sweet and promising
perfect sponge, lulling tastebuds
awakened tongue,
leave me wanting baked cacohphony of spices
i think of our love, packed tightly
with the cake mix.
shifting helplessly under a
mover's direction.