refrain

Kiss me in the shadow of a burnt out star
And I’ll take you to my ancestor’s graves
Jump over the balcony
And look at me with parchment paper eyes-

It will never be that way
I’m here to be played.

Dissect my sentence
With well-placed disappearances
And count the spaces between sighs

           I forgot the frustration
Of your communication
A plank in my gut
Splintered and pulling out

Like you could wait
And took the bait

I caught a tired routine
Of going nowhere
Again.