Our shared headaches, stacked in tidy piles alongside regret and fear, pushed to the floor in the caress of a gentle exhale
spilled sentiment in the purest crystal color turning dark across the pavement, your eyes nailed to mine
somehow words stitch together the uneven seams of old patches, promises, ripped from the cavities in which I ache
Another night, I’m seeing you for the first time.
I keep asking why you never call, you don’t know how to say what you mean, I don’t know what you mean if you don’t say what you mean
the crackle, buzz, grain of radio silence is louder than the wail of baby birds nestled in the trees
this season is emptier, harsher that it ever was.
The leaves aren’t the only things that crash down and get dragged around my shoes
the wind tastes like the flat, sugary syrup of a drink let out to sit
the first time I saw you again I dissolved, swirling away, and you watched
the limbs of our friendship bear only emptiness and the ribcage protects only the remains of hope
They call it the end of life, when the plants wither into the earth, away from the sting of icy wind
and frosty air and bitter chills that tempt the tendrils of warmth expelled from my lips
you are a sensation I slowly familiarize myself with; the rush of fizzy water burning my tongue and throat with a pain I relish
each day you sit across from me, we’re worlds apart, but close enough to touch
you still tugged me in the frost
the skeleton framework of our friendship grows buds.