grey skies seem black these days
my trashcan is full of wasted trees.

i feel as if we've carved our names
into the great oak 5 years ago
ive only known you a while now

the darkness reminds me of you  
you're the 4am darkness
staring into nothingness
listening to faint sounds
it wont stop
it just slows down sometimes

your kisses can cure cancer
or depression-
long enough to feel normal again

i wonder if you taste
everything im afraid to say
in my tounge
i wonder if one day ill catch you
slipping out of bed before sunrise
trying to get home to your family

i wonder if my moms wine collection
will become my whiskey bar
for nights when your kid is sick
or nights when you ignore my calls
because you're having
stationary *** with your wife