𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞

almost

you watch me melt away
on the canvas with the
watercolors of a messy sunset.
your eyes are kind as they hold
onto what is left of our dead
conversations and floral desires
which no longer mean anything.
charming as these winds may seem,
they carry away the traces of any
romance and anything between us.
we were once wedged between
the green grasses of summer
and the salty sea water,
adoration floating around our tongues.
we were so tempted to
fall into a habit which we might call
our own.
we almost let it happen.
we almost broke each other's hearts.
we almost drove the streets of our minds
watching the sun of our love set.
almost.

written on: april 11th, 2020