I looked into your eyes
                                    I looked and you faded
The end of my finger tips
Trailing
                                                              Yo­ur heart
Farther                      and                           farther
                                                                ­                                     Away
Than before
But I could never ask you to stay

The mirrors clouded over now
                                                       I
Cant find
                                                    You

Except in the pictures hanging on the walls
Hanging
             In the room
                                I lost the key to
                                                         Before you even left

I smelt the snow that covered the parking lot
Too early to live- too late to close my eyes

It had a familiar tang to the linger sting in the air
My youth- stuck to the back of my throat

In memories of grandmas on christmas day
Preparing desserts that would never taste the same again

Mixed with the exhaust of a cold winter morning
The taint of growing old and fading tree lights

I smelt the snow that covered the parking lot
Too soon i remembered where i was- too soon i opened my eyes

I sit perched
Not perched but perfectly placed
By the door in english classroom
In the english hallway
Four doors down from the end

The air here is warm
Though this morning it must have been below
Below the freezing point for water
And my engine

And from my perfectly placed seat
I can see
The yellow leaves
Warm against the approaching winters wind

Though it is only September

The classroom- full of life
But only in the sense that
A dozen kids sit taking a quiz
Worth nothing but a number in a book

The life makes it warm
Or is it the fans above
Man made just not by man
No, not man but a fan and a shadow of man

When the yellow leaves echo the cold
When the door closes
And the light
Fades with the warmth

This is going to ruin us
It’s going to pour salt into a valley
And let the ice caps unthaw like a pile of ****
With all the emotion trapped within
I’ll wake up alone
You’ll wake up with no message on your phone
And we’ll say we did our best
Till the very end
When the sun got too hot
When the wings melted at the ascend

We won’t tell them we held the key
Our solar system depended on our hearts
That knew from the start
They were better off far apart
I'll hold your hand and say goodbye
You'll say you'd rather die
And when that day will come
When our fate we can’t out-run
When I meet your eyes
We won't even say hi

The phrase
A *****
Relationship
Sparks memories
In the back
Of my healing
Torn
Heart

But what defines the word *****?
(The dirt beneath my nails)
(the blood beneath the dirt)
Who says it has to be between two people?
(the hand on the arm)
(the arm on the floor)
(the floor cradling the flame)
Still its swimming and swimming
(sinking is another word)
(sinking, swimming, sinking, swimming)
The judgment peeking out from their eyes
(they’re crying too)
(they’re crying alone)
At the word *****

How splendid is it
For your soul
To be a home
To everyone you've ever known

In your eyes
I can see the thoughts spinning
Opening the closed book
Taking the pen for one more look

The bridges
Burned down the road
The ashes
Still stuck to your wheel as you go

What a lovely coincidence
That this rooms has such a nice echo

What a lovely coincidence
We both learned how to let go

What a lovely coincidence
we're in the same town at the same time
even though I never left
and you said you would never come home

What a lovely coincidence
we both found someone new in this hazardous biodome
untouched by such a large rift
aren't we the size of dime?

What a lovely coincidence
That you no longer remember me

What a lovely coincidence
That I'm only 17