crush

Once there was proof,

dusty letters and precious art,

your love in your own hand,

deft and clever and 

never there to stay. Once

the words flowed free,

stickers and cartoons and

the poetry and promise

infused into the art of your

passing fancy, paper

hearts and emoji strewn inboxes 

the crush you held between 

tooth and tongue

dispatched with familiar ease,

a love you rose and bedded 

down with another oversight,

something dead and brittle

crunching underfoot.