Remainders

Rain down my fingers as they tap dance over keys. I am thinking, I am lost in the questions from your eyes. I want a sepia blink to divide me from truth, to look back at the evidence like grains in a photo. I couldn’t stand the aqua words. How could I now? You’ve taken me too far down this sharp slope of sunsets. I am too wound in the tangerine hope. But you smile, childish squirm, and you lie to me again. Rain down my spine as I clamber indoors. I am only remainders, I offered my all and you never take what I’m giving.