Sunday, January 24, 2016

Panic Room

Funny how a familiar smile becomes forgotten
And a laugh that once saved you
Is lost like a stranger -
On a crowded street in New York -

I fancy the way blankets and fingers crossed us
On Mondays

Or the way the city lights hummed as we drove
On Tuesdays

It's Friday now - and we can't spell our names
I love you / written on a steamed bathroom mirror

Lost when you opened the door to say good bye

It's not supposed to end that way ,

It's not supposed to begin that way either