i'm not sure if it's ours anymore

i stopped counting my days
into your arms after you gave 15
minutes.

you gave me seconds of silence
empty pockets of filler space
15 moments of 'let me listen then go'

it has been two months of my
counting on you to honor us

two months of still
loving you and placing it
elsewhere.

i was waiting to land on
on the tarmac
and fall into you for days.

you were my days
north star
drinking gourd

you were home,

love