Smokey eyes, routinely staring up at me
Secretive lips, romancing a bottle
And even when it was your turn to bowl,
I could barely manage breathing
for the weight of you, pressing
upon my central nervous system
Slender fingers, but a few feet away
Sable locks, partly veiling a smile
And even though it wasn’t you at the counter,
I still wish I’d talked past my friend,
so your memory would always know that I
wasn’t there that day for coffee
Steady feet, keeping pace beside me
Silent heart, speaking up too late
And even if we were brave enough
to make the perfect mistake,
could it ever outshine the sea of tears
we’ve cried for one another?
Sober woe, plainly posed in our photos
Sweetened words, how kindness kills
And even as the wheel of time
sees our wishing stars exhausted,
you continue to be the ridiculous creeper
who haunts ALL of my dreaming
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