II.

But I’m jealous of the way
Trinket can see your face
And yap at you so freely,
I’m jealous of the way

I’m jealous of the way,
Snow falls upon your skin
And melts its way until your pores
Absorb the moisture, take in the nutrients

I wish I hadn’t been so petty
Nor with a wandering heart

I’m saddened by the way
How rowdy I let us be
Yet I’m happy for those moments, free
I’m saddened by the way

I wondered where we would be
If we stopped talking last fall
To let that silence descend on us
And I was thinking,
Would we ever speak at all.

How well do you know me?
Am I made up of what you think?
Or am I made up of conversations
Snippets and photographs
And private intimations
Of which we could only speak.

I thought you didn’t care
So deep was my callousness
A despair and reckless being
So I thought,
Oh what the hell
Why don’t I do what I think
After all
Our sentiments were no more
I fell into a pattern of being

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Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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