I keep biting off
more than I can chew.
Apple juice dripped
between the seams
of my fingers.
Cold chills
ran down my spine
and I wanted to hang
onto something,
but nothing was within reach.
My memories
got the best of me,
but don’t these photos
make it look great?
Sparkly blue waters,
freckles on your face.
I hope at the time
I thought it was just the same.
I lost track of the
coffee trips,
lips kissed
and debts paid.
We made safe spots
out of living rooms
and bottles of wine
something to wash down
our problems with.
Blankets like bowls,
would always be shared;
I never thought twice
about how much you cared.
More like family or lovers
than friends-
it would seem.
While we make messes
of the night,
the time stamps on
our messages became
less relevant
and all that would be resolved
was what bodies would be tangled at dawn,
and then held up in the
morning light
and felt.
