A clumsy goodnight
left me chasing the words
that fell from my lips
to the pavement.
What I meant to say
was I hate it when you leave me
before I've found a way to make you smile,
before I've found the angle to hold you from
so you won't see the knives they are throwing.
I'm not saying they won't be there,
because there will be knives as long as we're breathing.
I just can't rest knowing that you can't either.
I want peace for your mind
and a better goodbye
to form itself quickly
on my tongue.