It embraces me like an old friend
Colder than your touch
Faster than our end
It covers me, lovingly, and leaves me holed
I'm sorry if I scared you
It was not my intention to
I meant not to offend your senses
In speaking of my mended fences
I suppose my defenses laid insufficient at the edges of your smile
From the beginning
It's neither your fault nor mine, you see
There were no promises you made to me
And I just can't excuse love on cue
As ruthlessly as you've learned to
Nor would I choose to
And let my heart bleed through for fear of it healing
So goodbye and goodnight
Sleep tight and dream light
And keep under those covers that once covered me
No sense in us both being cold and inconsolable
-me.
Poll.
Indefinitely postponed. Now that my family has made it out of New Orleans safely, I'm mourning the loss of a rich, passionate city which offered some of my first passionate memories.
