You were my summer sunset
and we chased the cherry blossoms
round the street corners
'til it got too dark,
then we'd kiss our cheeks and disappear.
We wound through those cracks in the walls
like ghosts,
always buzzing,
always lingering.
But eventually, winter descended
and devoured what we were.
All that's left of what we had
is dried cherry blossoms
and the chlorine scent of summer.
All I may touch is your skeleton frame
while I watch my sun flirt away
and kiss the stars goodnight.
The cold sucked you dry
and left me with
a grinning monster
under my bed.
