it's that time of year, where the fall
of the leaves reminds me of how
easily i slipped into your habits
and found a home in the space
between your fingers.

i never felt safe with you but
hindsight has a way of making
me forget about that.

i just remember the comfort
i felt when you'd say my name
or sing all of your songs to me,
not the choking phone calls i'd
receive in the dead of night.

stability tastes sweeter than
your skin but time has a
tendency to make you
crave what you've gone without.