Your focus
Your posture
Your heightened blood pressure
What ill came over?
A soft eulogy you kept mixing up
I was a scarecrow waiting
For company
By the time the rain had stopped
There was a seagull swimming
The sidewalk used to say something
We carved our names in
Weather so warned erasure
Pulling in and out the chairs
Carving lines in the carpet
You were concrete setting
Attention though never faltered,
Feels like you felt something, too
I was the dark
Your legs out the window
Your head in the back seat
Dome light
You were an echo without any wall
Swore you would never tell anyone
The shrug, the scope,
The angle of the way we’re slanted still,
I left a note hung on the door
And pointed out the way your arms were crossing either way
We were leads confused
You wanted not to wake up alone
I was a fool, then, sleeping
It wasn’t that we didn’t know what words to say
It’s that we misread every one
What ill befits bodies turned over
“that you add up all the cards left to play to zero”
