again
she whispers,
throat already ravaged raw
from so many
agains.
let's try again
is the answer
from the lips she
always wants to kiss.
again
looks good on them.
like a nice coat,
not torn or fraying at the edges,
no mud splatters
or sidewalk salt stains.
again
makes her smile a little truer
and her laugh a little less
forced.
eyes a little happier,
hands a little less shakier.
and though it is
again
that drives them apart
and pulls them back together
again,
like the colliding of two stars
two storms
that can't seem to stay away from
each other.
again.
they'll try again.
maybe this time
it'll work.