Silver Springs

 

There's something 

hauntingly beautiful 

knowing you will never be 

mine again,

A bliss to knowing 

I got the best of it 

Our formula dies with us 

But it exists in our light grids 

As the hardest accomplishment 

of our lives

and We did it 

You only had to 

break your promises to me 

To keep them 

Thank you for loving me 

that much. 

The first

I hate that 

I always forget 

to blow cinnamon

Through the front door 

On the first 

of the month 

And how I always 

end up 

Back at that window 

Nose pressed 

Breath fogged

Heart in my throat 

Wanting you