He's There, She's Here

She makes up meanings for bracelets in memorial for dead girls but she sees it as a sign
He loves her, he stares at images she left on an old deposit slip of his
She listens to his music, wondering if he can hear it, too
He riffles through his music, playing all the songs in her voice range
She smells things he gave her, breathing him in
He searches his pillows for stray hairs of hers, examining each one under a light
She writes to him soundlessly, pressing down the pen hard
He reads her letters and follows the indent her stab made with his fingers
She wanders around aimlessly, dreaming of him,
He is alert, listening hard for the soft ring of her laughter
She swallows hard and stays in her room, hugging her knees for comfort
He is at a party, but all his friends were her friends, too, so he sits alone
She beats her hands on rocks
He picks at his fingernails
She out-works her sister
He works out with his sister
She files his letters neatly away according to arrival time
He doesn’t need to because he reads everything she ever wrote him daily
She dials his number
He answers his phone
They talk and long and cry and hope and laugh and dream
Together of the day they will be reunited
She smiles and
He smiles and
They know.