And the wind outside, it’s speaks against the window frame,

a reflection of the desolate mind.

the quiet pedestrian who ventures in the dark,

avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk, they stroll,

they watch the grass blow in the night,

swaying in the light of the moon.

The cars on the freeway will howl,

the silence polluted, the mind unempty and yet, dead,

like a lethargic bug, crawling along the dirt,

overtired and yet unsleeping.

Leaving someone in the dark like that, while your fingers are interlaced in a web of made up trust,

do you think the people left at the bottom of the hole, the other end of the line, do they survive?

Do you think they can ever learn to try again?

And you ended up liking books and boys, I ended up here, without everything I gave to you,

a part of my love gone forever,

lost to the void, a broken toy, a plan with no ploy,

a difference becoming what id always feared, you became someone I could never be; never see,

someone id stay away from, swear to never know, never show,

forgive but never forget, hurt but never regret.

In the dark, we left each other in no words and no burns, almost as if we never knew one another,

parts of our selves intertwined within identity that became our own,

without a relationship to atone,

we fizzled out, like popsicles melted on a hot sidewalk,

our conversations talked, our journey chalked.