I wish for you at 9 pm when the bars begin to swell
My voice is hoarse from the cigarettes and wishing at the well
I find you there at midnight by the metro station and Liberty Bell
My legs are strong from sprinting from Bethlehem to hell

I taste you in the morning when you have not come to keep
My lips so sore from kissing company in my sleep
I leave you in the afternoon when you wander but do not seek
My heart is breathless from chasing you down these empty streets

You touch me in the sunrise as daylight falls across this room
Your lips are weak from biting in the cover of the moon
You betray me in the evening, for the evening begins too soon
Your hands are wrecked from calculating the days until we are doomed

You adore me in the city’s spring your smile open wide
Your arms are stretched out beckoning across the horizon and skyline
You waste your honesty as autumn sullies the joy of the 8th avenue line
Your eyes are heavy with insomnia as surely as this pain is mine

I called for you in the dark hours of the early morning that echoed endlessly
My cheeks were flushed in blush and the anxiousness of eternity
I met you at the boulder behind the stone wall where we once shared insanity
My lungs could breathe little but smoke and uncertainty

You met your Juliet that month somewhere in the chill and dark
Your mind was at ease from pursuit if only life was such a simple arc
You drifted upon the waves of confusion for a time while we made each other art
Your stomach hurt from the flowers you ate in the Eden of the park

I awoke you from your slumber to all that exists in the break of war
My ears were picking up radio waves from the allies at the shore
I took you back to the pillow you craved, though it was a different chore
My veins were amplified by ******* and love is such a bore

I waited for you in August, spread across your linen sheets
Our eyes are locked on the calendar counting the days to our defeat
I betrayed my post in October too offender now to do ought but retreat
Our whispers never ventured past the barricade we built in our release

We vanished as January bathed the world in frost and splendor
Our songs were over played and our words lacked the potency of forever
We wrote letters unsent in scribbled ink that would always remain returned to the sender
Our handwriting had been illegible since September

We spared one another the grace of good-byes and false promises
Our teeth were sharpened for fresh bars and unknown kisses
We would wander sometimes through the haunts where we used to feel delicious
Our memories aching with the scent of a memory that will never miss us