I spent drunken walks
saying I love you into a made bed
into a moving train
a locked gate
like the mortared bricks could hear me.
The Christmas lights shone on wet face droplets
happy tears of nothing.
And if you were never coming back
I would never cry out loud
and it was the first time a love would never feel crippled.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
I spent drunken walks
saying I love you into a made bed
into a moving train
a locked gate
like the mortared bricks could hear me.
The Christmas lights shone on wet face droplets
happy tears of nothing.
And if you were never coming back
I would never cry out loud
and it was the first time a love would never feel crippled.
Copyright C. Heiser, 2013
