1/22/15

When your hand breaks mine–

Just breaks away–

I mean. Leaving my hand slightly warm

And feeling like rubber’s been placed upon it

I know that’s when it’s time leave.

When your face grips mine–

Just my eyes–

I mean. Holding my gaze for the last time

And picking out the pupils of your mind

I know it doesn’t end today.

When your tea cup rings–

Just put down–

I mean. Sustaining a single note

And drawn out sighs all left behind

I know this story ends soon.

When your books sit still–

Just as show–

I mean. The words I found to say

And actions I could not

I know we are awake.