Yellow lit talks
Beside a borrowed car
Empty parking lot
Underneath the stars
Three feet apart
We mindlessly converse
About nothing and everything
Prolix and terse
You render me breathless
My ghost lungs deflate
You exhale the stars
And I respirate
I am so tense
With minutes too swift
Too late; you’re gone
My hands must have slipped
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
Yellow lit talks
Beside a borrowed car
Empty parking lot
Underneath the stars
Three feet apart
We mindlessly converse
About nothing and everything
Prolix and terse
You render me breathless
My ghost lungs deflate
You exhale the stars
And I respirate
I am so tense
With minutes too swift
Too late; you’re gone
My hands must have slipped
