We shall not descend
I find solace in secrets you've hid in shadows of rooftops and you
in storms
Rain trails skin like unfinished sentences

She paints
Dark spilt ink on sheets of thick paper
and damp patches scattered
                        Masterpiece

I feel myself
evaporating like morning mist
As I drift higher and
higher from the ground
And I reach the sky and
finally,
them
Clouds made up of those
who have faded away-
millions

His fingers
ignited a fire within her,
and she had a kerosene heart,
and cried gasoline tears,
and it was far too late;
she was nothing but ashes and thin smoke
that disappeared soon enough.

It was Monday
you walked me home,
and i was (very) pleasantly surprised
even though
my face was hard and cold
and focused on the newly-tarred road
because I remembered you weren't mine (anymore) after all
We made small talk
but that was it
I wasn't really listening anyway

It was Tuesday
you walked me home
and i was (very) pleasantly surprised
(i was hoping, but not expecting)
I let a small smile play on my lips
when you reached for my bottle and took two sips
I asked about the names you gave to the cats (the ones i rescued just for you)
It seems you told me yesterday
i guess i wasn't listening; you repeat them anyway

It was Wednesday
you didn't walk me home
I walked slower than usual
in hopes that you might catch up
And i constantly looked over my shoulder
in hopes that you might appear
I tilted the bottle to my lips (the one you tilted to yours on Tuesday)
and took bigger gulps than usual
In hopes that plain water might wash away
the dissapointment and angst that caused me to sway

It is Thursday
and i don't know if you would have walked me home
I hope you are (very) unpleasantly surprised
when you find out that it's too late
because i'm gone
because you were the only one
who could save me from myself and everything else
because i'm gone
and you're never going to walk me home again