...to catch the fallen stars:.: Archive

it’s because we’re not
lying on a blanket anymore
spread out in the sigh of summertime
the sun tickling our toes
and the shade pillowing our cheeks
while our hands play this game between us
where the knuckles touch ever so lightly
and fingers flutter
with the hesitance of a feeling
we’re too scared to do any more than taste

it’s because we’ve grown
up from hands wiping chalk on our shorts
and knees with scabs
we didn’t even notice
our sneakers don’t hit the pavement
in time with each other and the beating
of two hearts
that pretended with the most desperate grace
that they were one

it’s because we’ve discovered
that there’s more in this world
than me-and-you
there’s the rubber band sky
stretching stretching stretching –
straining to hold together
the rest us struggling beneath it
and somewhere you-and-me
are being pulled apart
like stars in a universe expanding

it’s because we’ve walked
away from each other so many times
with waves and promises as casual as
see you later
voices and glances contorting in such a
practiced synchronized way
that we don’t even notice
when the words we throw at each other
are caught by the wind
and carried off somewhere far far away

it’s because you’ve realized
that there’s something bigger
than me
out there
and I’ve noticed
that this blanket’s too small for us
anyway
and the sighs of summertime
are not nearly gentle enough
for us to tuck between our palms
anymore

so I guess
what I’m saying
is
see you later