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.