I. He's hardly given up
on listening
only given..in
After wishing (so, so much) that he really could
make himself at
home
is where his heart wishes it was still welcome.
II. Breathe
breathe
breathe
and hold.it (there)
now, just what the doctor ordered
(a little more time, just a little)
III. What are you going to do
now
that it's all
f.a.l.l.i.n.g..a.p.a.r.t..?
You'll dance, now,
because it'll all
c.o.m.e..t.o.g.e.t.h.e.r
Again
IV. Bloody (Ha-ha, what a joke, what a low blow) calligraphy
across faded (sharp, so sharp, so clear now) innocence(?)
it hopes to be forgotten
like
the wind
and the sound
of joy, real joy, how can it still occur?
And, she thinks,
things that are right under his nose
V. One rhyme, please, one
so the others seem
That.much.more provoked
(Even though they don't rhyme at all, do they? Do they?)
VI. All of these words
a language so crowded with endearments
and her accented slur (see, you think it, you think, but there's no rhyme in these parts anymore)
makes it just another almost
(So many more to come)
VII. days? Weeks? years?
Painful realization
that
it will
never
really
end
(for him?)
while every year just
becomes
another
Almost.
A/N: -pokes readers- Concrit, please? It makes my insides smile. Of course, compliments are also lovely. -winks-
YAY EVE! Go read her stories! Now! Because she's the most awesome beta ever!
