tomorrow morning,
i will brew up some coffee,
drink it black,
and lay in my bed with
waltz #2 on repeat
and i wont i won't
i won't
think
about it.
i've burned bigger bridges than you.
that image of us in your back yard sitting right outside the sliding glass doors, your back against the brick walls, under warm, dim lights when you lit a match with your teeth and then hummed a song by my favorite band while i gazed at you and thought i could never love anything else in the entire world more than that moment-- will no longer keep me up at night.