I just wanted to ask when the switch flicked again
when we lit this up again, let it spark, you swallowed the flames
and came up confused
I just wanted to ask when the possibility of shattering became
a certainty, what night was it that you couldn’t sleep
but rolled over to look at me and thought, it’s ending, isn’t it?
is it pointless,
to ask your turned back a question?
I’m not blind. not deaf. not dumb.
I live with my head in the clouds most of the time
but I come down to see you
you, don’t you know it’s you?!
I wrote you a book of love poems and you left the message hanging
I just wanted to ask, if you thought there was any chance
to begin with?
I’m struggling with the thought of building a home out of air again
I guess. I mean.
I just wanted to ask,
what happens to your world when you leave me?
