Downtown Ice

I find myself on the road,
more than in our bed.
The snow building up on the shoulder of the highway
must be like my side,
untouched. and cold.

You're moving forward,
like you should,
we both know i'm no good for you.
Yet,
we find ourselves: locking our door,
spinning our record, and tangling up in our sheets
at every. chance. we get.

We still hold on, for that moment
that small portion of time that we are together,
and as insignificant as it seems,
it means to world to me.
but a future together isn't promised
just like me making it home.