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