you said it was the weather when i asked why it is i'’m so cold what you forgot to mention is that it was the middle of the summer and whether or not you would be back by the time fall hit
well, fall hit and the leaves crunching beneath my shoes sound like door slams and i stay up thinking if you weren’t around to hear it; did it really happen? you don’t call the next day and i know for sure it happened
you say i should move on, i picked the boy with your fingers and spent the night thinking about the way he would look on top of me and spent the morning hoping you couldn’t read minds, because mine wasn’t on yours this time and im sorry, you say you will call and i think about the way winter will hit without you around to see, because it's happened but this time it won't leave bruises