We Walk This Stretch in Parallels

With your eyes on the ladder,

the former will divide.

Their words will dissipate,

spread, and die.

 

 

If you could hear it,

one last time,

then our memories could clear;

left to leave us empty time

with open hands for hands,

and smiles for laughter.

 

 

and your heart could not breed anything

more quenching;

but if I ask one more time

for you to stay,

I know we'd turn to stone, with

the winters of a mild pain

to turn us over again.

 

 

and I'd lose you.

I'd.... leave you:

what more could stuttered lips say?

Spat with the blood of unfinished proverbs

and lies,

about friendly strangers.

 

 

walking hand in hand in the rain. 

Author's Note

It's been a while since I've written, so sorry if my spelling/grammar is off haha!