Somewhere in between commas and exclamation points

Our conversations held hostage

secret words dripping in mystery 

that only we knew how to decipher

set free

My days were turned into crime scenes


fingerprint heartbeats 

and magnifying glass apologies

I never found what I was looking for

You ran away with the last clue

lodged somewhere in between

“Someday” and

“Not quite”

you left a few of your freckles

on the peeks of my cheekbones

A part of me thought your leaving was 

part of the secret 

I noticed the palms of my hands today

their lines didn’t look like treasure maps

My backbone not a finish line

I solved the mystery

 and quit looking for you