Flipping pages of weathered
photo albums, drinking
a diet coke, caffeine free.
Oh, the things the future brought.
Sipping dreams of you slightly
tilting back my head but
never ready to take a plunge, a fall
and swallow every last drop
of affection that you have to give.
I could lean on you
and slip you crumbs of
my truth, one by one.
Under that glowing crack beneath the door
from the darkness to the light.
But I was never that