We were three months
and a pair of clasped hands into summer.
The wind blew violently around us
but you pulled me tightly in your arms.
You whispered, "I love you" into my ear.
The breeze tried to take it away,
but it caught in my hair and wrapped around my lips.
I spoke those words softly back to you.
But there has been no simplicity since then.
Geometry is basic math next to us.
There's too many variables
because in truth it was never just you and me.
It was timing, and previous relationships, broken hearts, and lack of trust.
I tried to make us add up to something
but I'm not sure even Einstein could do that.
We are an afterthought,
a get well card sent once the person's better,
a hydrant turned on after the flame's put out,
an "I'm sorry" three weeks after I've already left.
Lonliness brought us here,
and lonliness took us away.
We force-fed ourselves love
because it's all we ever wanted but could never find.
So we found each other instead
and tried to eat a feast after years of malnutrition.
Now we lay here with upset stomachs
looking for a beacon of hope.
Our hearts feel aimless
like our inner compass is broken
and the journey ahead is just a desert
that's scattered
with kodak pictures featuring "wish this was true" smiles,
words we didn't mean,
and kisses we didn't feel.
I endeavored to actualize these emotions we tried so hard to mimic
but they will only ever be as real as
the ocean is when you put your ear to a conch shell....
a very good impersonation.
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