Grime

It never took too much to love you
You were blue beneath a sunset sky
It never took too much to listen
Poetry like blood through your veins
You didn’t know how much I missed you
And static voice messages left untouched
On cell phone records from phone calls
Made from sitting on the bathroom floor
Grime and dirt becoming permanent
Beneath your finger tips that once held mine
Like my heart that had once held yours
Like the grime missed your clean fingers.