your smile is beautiful poetry;
changes my insides and when
it rains I can feel my bones, I
can feel my cells and my joints
and I miss the way my body
felt next to yours, I miss the
soft movements of your chest
and the way I could see sunsets
in your irises.

(the fog hides your deceit)

drown your lies in the Thames.
I'll drown myself in the Ohio.