Lonely Dove by Nicole Barth [5/14/11]

You're staring blankly as

 the cracks in your window sill 

accumulate the dust 

of faded euphoria.

Is it ever me you're thinking of?

Or do the car horns muffle

the blaring of unanswered questions

shredding your mind?

Five blank pages in the sketchbook. 

 The ink stains my fingertips as
 I trace the scrawled confessions.

Do you breathe in the memory

of late night laughter and dropped calls?