A Rush to the head and blood red gloves

Murky water’s not love

Is lightness and warm and cool

To the touch 

You on this leather couch for eternity until 

Eternity is no more and I must go

To find that this world is sharp in your arms 

And out of them I’ve learned 

To note that leaving is necessary when 

My gut is punching me 

Inside on your bed this winter 

I wonder if it will be the last winter 

For us and my spring begins and ends with 

You’ve found me 5000 miles and 6 hours behind 

You in the past, we are and will stay.