nights with you run me through, cause the days never quite grew
long enough for an ending, toes on the edge of spending
summers lost with you, spent fall falling too
winter but a brisk ride, near springs calm tides
chased by a ghost wishing it was dangerous, wondering is something contagious
when you breathe deep enough to ache, eyes as wide like a watery lake
its puddles reflect the canopy, lying on their back I want to see
the greens absorb the shadows, while winds fill with echoes
of stories that have gone untold, futures that we’ve bought and sold
and the slight pause when it all slows, like a photo humming with what knows
moments to be mundane signs, piles of rocks that no one finds
but have brought us here forgetfully, retelling what this life could be
reaching to find pieces, that make a whole seamless
road made from cobblestone, the beginnings of making a home
