green

it is all in a contrast
imbalanced and improper
me trying to not be me
and you being you too much

we just breathe in a room of greed
waiting to see who we really are
together

coming and going from on reality
to the next
my life that was has long gone
and will never be

you seem to wrap around me with
the movement of your words
and you terrify my sometimes

they all terrify me sometimes

my fingers drift further and further
until you are nothing but a memory away

my lost heart will always be lost--
just a memory on an old beat up couch
4 years ago next week