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

subtle.