Now we push the pennies around the floor. Each one making you laugh
A flash in time, lost now to something I still can’t see.
You scream and laugh and tell me not to read it, but I do.
In that parking lot, I thought about before
4:00. I cover the last of it with dirt and lean on the shovel.
That certain day passed and you didn’t say a word. I’ve never felt less loved.
Before today, I saw you three times on those paths. Long sleeves, Tied hair. green eyes.
Just more chaos in my head
I’ll say anything for those three words or even those two.
still sorry