Suddenly the bridge breaks
and the fear is so palpable,
its thicker than the fog.

I wanted someone to hold me,
On these frigid nights,
When the stars are clear,
And our spot is empty.

I miss those early morning phone calls,
Rooting me to the ground.
Making it possible to tolerate all the inconsistencies of my day.

But loneliness is an emotion,
That is common among my peers.
It has no real remedy,
Besides the soothing touch,
Of false pretenses.

Your shower,
can't block out your ****** British vinyl.

I know I should be telling you
what it all meant to a broken girl,
on a winter morning.

But I can't seem to force the words from my mouth.

Finger nails chewed to the wick,
all attempt at self preservation abandoned,
woken early by an aching heart.


There's a void.
Where your snarling words,
and constant reminders of past insecurities,
should be cutting me to pieces.

But all I feel,
is the relief of your absence.

Forgetfullness is contagious.
Wandering minds and wandering hearts,
find themselves lost,
In the intake of your breath.

Your hands,
Trail kisses down my spine.
Fingertips splayed,
hoping for vulnerability.

But all I can offer you,
Are the quiet murmurs,
Of someone who longs to be home.

Brittle branches,
brush across my frozen arms.
I'm facing absolution,
in this small winter town.

And I look up at the stars,
covered by the amber clouds.
Nostalgia crawls over my skin.
I can see my breath.

My hand reaches,
for something to absorb it's warmth.
But there hasn't been anyone there,
for a pregnant pause of time.

I wish that you could be absolute,
in your resolution to be different.