The tears in your eyes trickle
through your voice,
echoing through the walls
of our apartment.

I open my eyes at 3:35
on an autumn morning
to stairs creaking with each step
closer than the last.

Indecision seizes my heart
like a burning car exploding
into a dense forest of immaturity;
with bags at the door,
scratches on my palms;
a few words left
will never be enough for me.

The time we dined on each other
in bed perks my taste buds,
watering my mouth
to the scent of your skin
is addictive.
We picked up right where we left off.
Nothing will ever be enough.

(© 2022 AC)

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