in the neighborhood

forgetting what I was
looking for
my fingers shaking
down the street
lampposts
run away from you and I
from the quiet light
that I remember
reflected
in your eyes

you and I
waiting for the hum
of the last bus
wind blown
chasing our
loving quiet hands
faces covered
and mouths closed
back home
together
quickly

and I forget
all of that again
let it go
slip my hands
back into
my pockets
to stop from reaching
and touching
your face

because I know
that you would hate it
so much and that
I would let you cry alone
and walk home
in the streetlights
dark morning

you standing
in the driveway
of your old home
tears on your eyes
red angel outlines
reflecting the light
waking
down the street
with the slow
sound of my footsteps
harrowing away
from you
both of us in
different thoughts

about
sinking ships
crying mothers
hanging outlaws

and your night time fool
for pretty skies and love
who can't decide
or just forgets
what to say
turns off all the lights
when he gets home
and falls asleep
on the cold kitchen floor
far too easily



from february.