i miss the grip. you'd tear
at my smile, it only made me
long for things i shouldn't (even
know you). i'd ask you to let
go but that seems to be beyond
your control. it takes two.
and the clock, the clock always
seems to be (star)st(r)uck while
your presence lingers in my breath.
let go of yesterday and wish for things,
things of grace, things we can't have,
like once upon a time's and forever's,
like your hand wrapped around my
shaking body. wish for things.
i'll think of saturday and remember
your rush at heart when the rain
trys to forgive redemption.
please understand, rejection is
a face of failure, every fucking time.