Cursive

Wait, and it's chewing on your spine,
memories that hold the need to get by.
Speak for yourself, think to yourself.
Who can forget the girl who smiled out of hope,
and the boy who tasted like heat and something else?

What happened to the girl with the heart of gold
that was too heavy to wear on her sleeve,
and the boy who knew what she was thinking?

And the way you dug beneath,
and tangled your hands below my surface.
Never ripped, never tore,
just immersed yourself in me.
And you kissed me every time I asked you why.
Smiled against my lips, a soft curl and smooth pressure,
and said that I should know by now,
my rules were your exceptions, and we couldn't refuse each other.

If I may recall the way you kept looking back,
like you were too afraid to let me fall behind.
Shoulders tensed with concern,
though the rest of you was slack with contentment.
But I knew something of importance.
I knew from the way you held me,
that I was your only home.

Pitch yourself into my mind,
you still remember that you were the only one who could.
We passed our days under the weight of the sun,
lying amidst the copper fields.
And the warmth that draped itself on me was nothing,
nothing compared to the way you made me feel inside.
You twisted my lungs like cursive,
and I melted your heart like candle wax.

Strange it was, we were romantic without being saccharine,
but you were never conventional, always unorthodox.
The cotton winds couldn't chill my skin,
and just as you found the sky in my eyes,
I found the world in yours.
And gentle, so gentle, we radiated light.
We were never gilded lilies to begin with.

Where everyone goes, we'll find somewhere else.
Toss a wish to the well, and toss that wish for me.
Now we both remember.