We Follow

We follow

The shards of shattered windows

scattered along the cold, black paved road ahead

Of what is behind us, but too deep within our naivety to pull out and notice

That what we follow are forgotten lectures, steam evaporating from the cooling, cooling tea

Never

To

 Be tasted by these lips

 Because we follow shooting stars and “I love you’s”

whispered into the wooden heart. Toes curl up, sheets fallen away hours before

 the dew kissed earth in a fluid glaze. Maybe it was minutes ago, maybe hours, but sleep soon intoxicates

 memories of

Our treasures, the reasons we hold onto, for venturing into the empty hourglass hushing silence,

Awakening everything that holds us to this spot in the matted, rubber grass

And this time, we forget where we are going and fall still against the world,

Backs arched against the afternoon sun

Mere shadows in a field of

cut strings