Ohio Weather
Quentin Russell
Remember the times we had! Those trees bloomed
So bright with our affection and although Now your corpse-cold love’s probably entombed In you, I can still feel grass at my toes. I woke one morning and expected a kiss But received a bite. And not the fun kind. I found out you would cut through to my chest, Eat at my flesh, and act like we were fine. I heard a sad song today; it told me To just walk away. I wish there was hope. I’m letting go of what we used to be. That green grass is long gone from these cold toes. I know you will come crawling back to me; Cut the crap; I won’t stoop to kiss your feet. |