Monday, September 19, 2016

concrete

Your fingers match the panic in your voice
sending Morse code spinal taps
"please come back"

As I'm leaning out
my second story window
And I'm smiling at the sunset
through the trees

And the only thing
that's keeping me
From meeting concrete
Is your fist clenching
the shirt that's on my back

And the moment hangs between us

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