nervous laughter...something witty
you have it, constantly--
that cunning edge; my rapt attention.
ice falls from the sky
my hands shake and I
almost...
paintings throw themselves from the walls
to encourage, to move us along
vibrantly, & at that point
I barely know you
from the hours spent
combing frozen rain from my hair
washing acrylics from my hands
afternoons spent fighting the cold
legs crossed, hands folded
leaning in
over coffee
over you, the archetype.
frigid air seeps in
around the glass doors
and you tell me that I am your
"what if..."
and I can't help but wonder, too
if our banter could be chilled
after good evenings and better nights came
and...well, you went and I stayed
but the distance isn't worth the miles.

Labels: boys i love and hate, disappointment