It's been 4 months and 17 days since you were last in my time zone
All I can think about is how warm you must be in San Francisco
never dreamed you'd actually go
In Colorado there's 2 feet of snow
and the remaining glow of the figment of a halo
you left for me
I've been picking up cigarette butts for 4 months
I thought I told you there was a ******* ashtray for our ***** habits
now every cigarette **** I pick up reminds me of us
One.
your eyes, blue telephones lines directly connected to Autumn skies
Two.
hands dripping from the paint wars in our backyard
when you splashed yellow paint on our boring kitchen floor
so you would stop looking at the door
I should've noticed the signs
you were gone long before you ever said goodbye
Three.
your elbows, feet and knees pressed against mine
under blue bed sheets
Four.
that cold December morning when you said the weather was an exact reflection
of the feelings that you were holding
and you couldn't face this anymore
so you slammed that back screen door, chipped the yellow painted floor
told me you loved me
just not anymore