I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

Remember the day
when you said I do
To the love of your life
Your best friend

You stood there
with wishes
and dreams to get done
You never though that it would end

Two ships passing on lifes ocean
Get together with a notion
That love will keep them strong
A little bit of life's emotion
Start a hell of a commotion
Then you know you're wrong

You stood up in white
And he was in grey
A stereo typical pair
All of your family
and friends shared the day
all of the people who care

Now that you're married
The next thing to do
Is to start upon having a kid
You stood up before us
And you both said I do
But we know you already did

Two ships passing on lifes ocean
Get together with a notion
That love will keep them strong
A little bit of life's emotion
Start a hell of a commotion
Then you know you're wrong

I drink one
When I can't have two
I beat myself up
I thought I couldn't have you
Now you're telling me I'm pretty
And everything is fine
There's a ring on her finger
So she's drinking all the wine

I'm sitting in the dark
Losing feeling in my fingers
The room is full of no one
And I'm singing with the singers
Now you say you wanna kiss me
And everything is fine
I'm still feeling pretty lonely
But there isn't any wine

My skin is getting darker
So I blend in with the walls
This is all I'm getting
Always texting, never calls
He doesn't have the minutes
And I guess that I'm okay
But I wanna see tomorrow
Cause I'm tired of today

The clocks tick down from hours to seconds
leaving me at the end of a lonely road
where you and I stand at different ends
of the paths we used to tread on together.

Always out of time, aren't I?

Running.
Breathless.

I don't even have the time to put on my
**** shoes.

I am rushing down the corridors,
I don't have the key to the car,
I'm still trying to put on my shirt
and I am trying to do it all at once.

Rushing.
Out of breath.
Tears now falling.

Too late, always, aren't I?

Like a thunderstrike straight to the chest,
I get news--
far too late for the girl far too late--
you are somewhere on a bridge
waiting to take a leap of faith.

Lost in seconds pouring away
like rain on the sill.

Lungs ablaze.

Six blocks down to the river.
Distances counting themselves
from inches to naught.

A splash in the river.

Always too late.
Always too late.

Lost you.
**Too.