in the evening we stood on the
front stairs of my apartment
and i trembled, because i knew
what was coming.

we were tangled up in
each other's arms as you
whispered my name, told me
you'd never stopped loving me,
and i wish i could say the same.

it was starting to snow when i backed
away, stood on the first step,
and told you the truth
for the first time in months.

you reached for me. i
wanted that to change things,
make me love you like i did when
we were younger, but

your hands were cold in mine,
and my eyes had long since dried.