you're stuck -
find yourself at odds
with ends
all of last Fall come pouring out the nozzle of a leaking gas can.
we exist in shifts
as i clean my glasses
you count unpolished silver crosses
looming in the distance.
we put each other in the ground
and learn to live without
i felt you that close to me
this close to collapsing
but you shook off the thought
that endless anxious way you got
of dropping my hand
to keep on moving on
just because you can.

and i wait.
light in words, heavy in content. this is clean and shaking in a way unlike much of your writing.
Quote by Arthur Curry
it's official, vintage x metal is the saving grace of this board and/or the antichrist

e-married to
& alaskan_ninja