You Weren'T Going To Come Over At Five-Thirty-Five Poem by Leah Dodd

minutes grew into hours and the hope of
you weakened until it was
behind me and
ahead was a blank page
(or two)
and I wasn't sad about it like usual just
blank
like the page
which was littered with invisible words
with kisses on a certain seaside
on seas crashing
on lips
that belonged to somebody else
and I wasn't sad that you didn't come
because a part of me was scared
that a part of you
would be able to see the words
I'd left there
(a certain seaside)
on my lips