Jun 30
Chalk Outline
Do I get to keep a happy memory? Do I have to throw them all away? Do I get to miss you, Without it getting in the way?
Instead I'm stuck thinking of our last night, Months before our last light Last seen sat alone, but alone together, Dredging up your chewed off tether
The cord had grown so tight into a tangle, Parachute turned noose to dangle You must have felt it near your neckline, I just wish I could have felt mine
When I walk past where we were seated, Our shadows charred in like a branding If you ever fill your dotted line, I would like you to see me standing
