apricots

the morning melted by, and it didn’t feel early anymore.

there were so many chances to love and be loved

that we didn’t know what to do with ourselves-

sprawled on the soil, grass stuck to our thighs

and nowhere to go.

Messy, untangled,

I forgot to only listen.

Stale, sleepless blood for these goodbyes,

for the way they’ll tilt the world

and freak me the fuck out.

I never really stay put

or come back,

but jeez, my heart does.