Still
by
the trees

The shadow
skipping in the sun

what can I do
at the sight of you

breathe in your curse words
exhale smoke
your worlds rhyme with jokes
you talk me back down with thoughts of home
That feeling of "I never wanna be alone" go to sleep wake up die of old age
You dream less in sleep
More when awake

Dark streets where bad memories once followed me
Lanes covered by arms of old oak trees
Long walks cracked and gray
Where the shadows of our drunken feet
Walk away

Here is a moment of my life
In which I wish to stay the same
To keep bottled up for when you forget my name

-you stop and say
were just two humans
made to break away-

Off to the next ****
You broke my heart
Beneath the dark oaks