Your focus Your posture Your heightened blood pressure What ill came over? A soft eulogy you kept mixing up I was a scarecrow waiting For company
By the time the rain had stopped There was a seagull swimming The sidewalk used to say something We carved our names in Weather so warned erasure
Pulling in and out the chairs Carving lines in the carpet You were concrete setting Attention though never faltered, Feels like you felt something, too
I was the dark Your legs out the window Your head in the back seat Dome light You were an echo without any wall Swore you would never tell anyone
The shrug, the scope, The angle of the way we’re slanted still, I left a note hung on the door And pointed out the way your arms were crossing either way We were leads confused
You wanted not to wake up alone I was a fool, then, sleeping
It wasn’t that we didn’t know what words to say It’s that we misread every one
What ill befits bodies turned over “that you add up all the cards left to play to zero”