With the newness still in the air
stopping abruptly now
is absurdly out of the question
especially since we should of seen what we missed.
Sure the security blanket failed
I’m sorry love
for being here
next to your extended arm,
down on broken knees to palms.
If only I knew
how to drag you here
we could help one another,
instead I prefer
to push you away.
You won’t have to move
or look like the fool
while standing here trying to tiptoe
whispering in my ear.
The rain falls
and falls
in these heavy sheets
and forever more
I swear I’ll push you away.
I can’t help but to notice
today might have been the last day,
yet, tomorrow rewinds and restarts
it’s just a story I remind you.
If we keep things quietly to ourselves,
no one has to understand or explain
the terms of this new contract.
Someday we’ll learn to trust
to open up and speak certain thoughts,
it’s alright for now to stay quiet and shy
reciting the perfect words to ourselves
even if it means we’ll sin first.
Turn the page and insert love
wherever it’s needed first,
surely no one would complain
if they were the first or last,
as long as they were a link in the chain
hanging from your neck.
