Don't Sit Under

With anyone else but me.

To take a bite,
Of the forgetful apple.
To watch it fade,
Into dim gray.
 
A fitful flight,
Into freezing cold,
Leave no hope.
No fleeting grasp,
Of a certain future.
 
Levels of intoxication,
The music,
Your smell.
Leaves me wondering.
 
If not me for you,
And not you for me,
A better present cannot be.

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

I like this. I've spent a bit of time trying to "figure out" what this poem is about...I interpreted it as someone who wants to forget that they are in love with someone else.