Sunday, February 21, 2016

not enough

i am starting to come to terms:
you'll never look at me the way he did.
and that's okay
because you're melting ice
and i'll savor you as long as i can
but we'll never be more than temporary

sure, that time has stretched past an anniversary
but the only significance is what i attach
and it takes a lot of work to be the only one celebrating
your words might not be empty
but they feel light as feathers when you can't back them up

another world, another life maybe
but i can't subsist on your scraps
and i've made all the excuses i could to delay my return to the world
so we'll go through the motions
fill the emptiness with each other a little longer
but before too long i'm out the door

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