You'Re Not Worth Crying Over After 3 Am

god, tell me how we got this far the other side of i-love-you flipped over, faced down photograph of spring before pink bled into red? I hugged cherry trees and dug fingernails into thick bark, your sweater rain-soaked wool I gave you august but the heatwave killed your mockingbird scattered my songs and in the silence the facet dripped by a sink, my hair on your lips thin split ends leaves fell along the eastern front while the west wept dandelions? they clung to your windscreen wiper swish, swoosh under dead snow five feet deep, scared to melt past 3 am? after another hurried kiss you burned the ten dollar yard-sale bible two pages, close enough for blasphemy and the muttered nonsense of it's going to be okay