Day: May 6, 2021

Once the droplets settle on the glass we both know it’s over,

But we still count down the minutes in case this’ll pass

As we grow older.

I draw circles in the humid air, slowly and somewhat patiently.

The leaves keep getting stuck in my frizzy weekend hair,

And then you say to me:

“Maybe something somewhere is better than this crushing feeling.

We’re both so young, yet looking the worse for wear,

We’re wilfully bleeding.”

But I take your words with a grain of salt and an ounce of solace.

It’s difficult to leave when parting ways is no one’s fault –

Yet, this love is lawless.

Once the droplets settle on the grass we both know it’s time,

But we still count down the seconds in case it’ll pass

With the freezing clime.

-JW