We fell, two miles too far down to count the days ahead...
Two hours too late for me to forgive myself, I kissed him in the morning when the clock
and tears covered me in a bath of fear...
I asked him if he knew, if he understood, as he mumbled and held me in his sleep.
Two days passed and I watched the sunset, I found it far
I wondered, as I circled, as I watched him in memories, as I watched his face glow and fade...
I wondered where the comfort of January ran...
I wondered if he swallowed it as I brushed my tongue across his open mouth when he
whispered the promises I knew, even then,
he wouldn't keep.
And hope was funny, she stayed by my side for two months plus three, I found myself waking
up in May, amidst the lilacs and unusual heat, I wanted to close my eyes and let my lashes
fall down as they tickled tomorrow so maybe..
but obsessions are addictions and he had an affiliation with the color blue.
“I love you,” I told him, with eyes wide open when the clock struck two...but I was three
months too late and my heart
held onto January
for the fear