What Kept Us
Stillframe chagrin -
would you let me in?
Four years have pushed us as far as we've gone
and I've wondered dearly how you've been.
My palm where you placed a diamond in the rough,
the skin is wearing raw and thin;
my heartstrings gnarled, twisted in.
Your words- what specifically,
locked inside a music box-
whence forth had they escaped from me?
feeds me candy in my waking dreams
of what could have should have came to be.
Our laughter eternal, eyes pristine
Framed with two dates and a dash etched in-between
We never imagined -
Come now, how could we have imagined?