it is what it is and, goddamn it, it's so beautiful
we can't move can't breathe yet we feel it still
in the dark, in the snow
trace streetlights with fingertips down a road we lost so long ago
forget the way we were born
"i need you here with me"
it was simple in my mind
the way these heavy words could get lost and
intertwine
to tell you the truth
desperate and mine
how i had to have you
how broken i feel
not a lecture or penance
please give me something real
but so it is and here i am
shards of me scattered on the floor
and what could i possibly ask of you?
nothing at all, nothing more.