let’s talk about the sky.
the moon and the planets and all that blue,
the billions and billions of stars,
glowing and burning and falling.
let’s talk about walking home in silence.
shoes on pavement,
drags on cigarettes,
everything measured in moments,
and more things that i don’t want to understand.
mornings are awful.
looking at you from the kitchen table
as you frantically collect your belongings
i can’t help but stare
and wonder if you’re really fading.
you finished your coffee and kissed my forehead
all in one swift movement.
when i told you to have a good one, take care
what i really meant was
please don’t leave me.
I still can’t believe that you’re leaving.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re following your dreams and going to school and pursuing a career, but god dammit I’m going to miss you something fierce.