sometimes i can still feel the weather buried
deep in the bones of my broken hand
that never seemed to heal properly.
and i know on those summer days
when it’s gonna rain and i don’t mind much
cause it’s been too hot lately anyways.
this winter brought a silence more fragile
than our happiness.
mapless, i found myself in the wilderness of
yr darkest plans.
and when u told me where they’d find yr body,
the silence was deafening.
blurring the lines between past and present.
mistakes were glaring and unpleasant.
simple math, i’d been repeating
mistakes that i was afraid would send the ones
that i loved away.
into some great silence.