what could happen won't always be what will happen, and it's the hardest lesson I'll never learn.
by stoop-kid
in regards to where we would find
our hands and elbows entwined,
you never did guarantee that
you could answer with certainty.
"Anything could happen
in five years, Vin-
we could be the last two people
on Earth," you told me,
"how's that for an answer?"
well, it's a shame that we weren't.
it's a shame our love had to share
so much in common
with the stars that we swore
were living with us
when we'd bullshit in the car,
forgetting how much light years
play tricks on our eyes.
it's a shame that our love
had to be the canary that
never made it out of the coal mine;
though we reassured ourselves
it would come about before night,
the last echoes of those birdsongs
only came from the walls of our minds.
and it's a shame that
when we speak,
it's seldom that we talk,
so I may never know
just what you really wanted to do
with all of this-
whatever it was,
I just hope this wasn't it.