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.

.

or,

.

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.