Suspended

It's the way my gums bleed when I floss

The way my teddy bear lives in the crack between my bed and the cold wall

The way the word 'snooze' on my alarm clock is rubbed clean off

The way there is still pink polish on my toenails from rainy July

And I care for him with more fire than I thought I had left.

It's the way I leave chap-stick in the pockets of all my pants and jackets

The way I haven't used my binder, swollen with blank papers

The way I haven't trimmed my hair for near 1/2 a year

It's the way I didn't send that letter

And I care for him with more fire than I thought I had left

It's the way I'll never burn those scented candles

The way I'll leave my greek verbs on the dirty chalk board

The way I'll never return that blue nightdress

And I will fight for him with more fire than I have left.