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.