and when the lights are down low
it's just you && i
sitting in the corner of that
old rusty warehouse that's filled
with memories that could fill everyone's
heart with a small feeling of desolation.
when you stand up to leave
our eyes meet and i know
that this is going to be the end.
i avert my gaze
and stare at the ground
trying to visualize
what must have happened in order
to create the thick layer of dust
that has fell and suffocated the linoleum.
i open my lips and say
"please just stay, even if it's
only for a little bit."
you sit back down and hold me
and we stare out the windows
trying to capture the essence
of the moonlight streaming in
and we're both wondering how
everything had to end up this way
and why can't we ever go back.
why can't things ever be
beautiful again?
instead, we just separate
and the echo of your footsteps
is heard for far too long.
my head rests against the brick wall
and finally finds the correct crook
and i fall asleep,
with a blanket of broken bottles
and a cloak of regret.