I wonder if occasionally
we gaze up
in synchronicity
at the same night sky
as we lead
our own separate lives

sometimes there is no closure
though it makes your heart rupture
and your blood scream
you must close the door yourself

she will not be your
afterthought
your quarantine hit of dopamine

she deserves melodies
not staccato notes
pecked upon piano keys
by hands you’ll never let her hold
without recoiling

she deserves poetry
not slippery lines
dripped from lips like water
running
from a broken faucet

she knows better
she knows
running
is the only thing
that broken things
know how to do

how can it be
that a chapter
so surreal to live
feels
so surreal to leave
?

I wonder if the
leaves fear the autumn
of their youth in the same way
that I fear mine Or if they fall
in confidence shedding dead
weight and faulty fears

they’ve

held

to

all

this

time

Equal parts with you
and without
How many more choices
till our chances
run out

Jump with me now
I don’t care if we break
But you don’t

so I won’t

wine so sweet
at twenty- three
has since turned to water
that tastes of concrete

and I can’t turn back time
like I can no longer find
a backroad to take home

take me home.