in creamed coffee
a walk in the snow at midday
someone to love and hold
fired reading and an even heartbeat
a floral scone with tea
a stretch in the evening
pureed squash with fried bread
a bath to share
some essays and sweet kisses
that will never be mine
i'll never be still
and it's my fault
but i have to be one step
ahead of them
i have to be consumed by what they are
and what they may not be
i only know devastating
so i'll leave you with this
it's okay to let them catch you
and to be scared
it's okay to never have loved
it's not okay to die never having tried
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