5/23/14

I will shrink and disappear,
I will slip into a grove and cut myself off,
The only catch is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be
now I understand why peter pan never wanted to grow up.
You will never grow old with me.
we were,
and then we weren't
like the indian summers or glances upon faces on the 3 am subway,
day filled nights where you used to breath.
lost in waiting for trains and people who were never going to come.
One day,
the thought didn't make me smile.
kissing stone faces turned hard and cold from the reflection of your memories.