until now

 
got clammy hands in the elevator,  we're here
we've waited eight hours to get here and i
can't look you in the eyes can't even
look above our kneecaps this
elevator is so small
i am so tired

eight hours later and we're on my deck
smoking
quickly jumping over the past
"I figured you..."
"We both had shit going on,  just didn't work out..."

afterwords we're lying in bed and the curtains are hinting
that life is resuming outside that
the night is over
that
you had to go
and so you did

six months passed
it only took a couple words to get you back here
but as the diluted sunlight fell on our splayed exhausted bodies
we remember
the anticipation of eight hours and we
remember six months ago
and you never left
before i fell asleep