Promise
Promise
Promised myself to write a letter
with shaking, turning hands
and tobacco stained fingers
My lips and words, stumbled over themselves
while you bit yours, no words fell out
Shades of black and blue
mottled your china-white neck
a conversation not worth having
You said you liked to lie in your bed, your nest
You left the house about once a month
Barely there, rush and rapid fading
i liked to imagine our hands could melt into each other
we would be still while delicate rain could dance
a performance for our staring eyes
i was fainting, falling, forgotten
i still see shades of green and blue
in the eyes i never really knew
