Remember when we sat on my bed
pushing boxes inside our heads
waiting, impatient for the give
ease of tension in the fabric.
Remember when I said that word,
girlfriend
and I watched your body
pour into the air
like cream into coffee.
You let out the breath
you didn't want me to know
you were holding,
hoping,
wishing,
this girl who rejected labels
would exhale those words
in that order.
We were two knots,
unraveling in sync.
But I never let myself think
it would last.
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