I'm finding you in the snow again
and I can't seem
to stop
chewing on
my bottom lip
in worry
out of habit
I don't know anymore
Some slightly chapped "I love you"s
"I'm sorry"s, and "I need you"s
curl around my ugly Midwest winter;
drift in and out of the sleeves of my coat
and the skeletons of these poor trees
dust-colored oak leaves
shivering boxelder branches
("Acer negundo...")
I want to sleep, just like them
Breathe backwards
Keep still
Rooted firmly
Nice, calm, steady
But I can't
I'm still waiting
(somewhat impatiently)
To pluck your, "I'm here now, love."
Your, "It's okay."
Your, "Kiss me?"
Right from your mouth
Before you can even say it.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
I'm finding you in the snow again
and I can't seem
to stop
chewing on
my bottom lip
in worry
out of habit
I don't know anymore
Some slightly chapped "I love you"s
"I'm sorry"s, and "I need you"s
curl around my ugly Midwest winter;
drift in and out of the sleeves of my coat
and the skeletons of these poor trees
dust-colored oak leaves
shivering boxelder branches
("Acer negundo...")
I want to sleep, just like them
Breathe backwards
Keep still
Rooted firmly
Nice, calm, steady
But I can't
I'm still waiting
(somewhat impatiently)
To pluck your, "I'm here now, love."
Your, "It's okay."
Your, "Kiss me?"
Right from your mouth
Before you can even say it.
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