now.

Vacant rope, I try to pull you back home

It’s no surprise, I’ll wake up all alone

If I could be the western sun, you know I would,

So I could hold you still.

But I know infatuation is only fatal,

And you don’t know “love” in the way that I do,

So as much as I want you, and you love you,

I’ve got to to make sure someone loves me this time.

Achey ribs, I tried to heal your calloused home

One more time.

If I could teach us both to love just enough,

Give up our vices and trade them for redeemable trust,

You’d have who you’re meant to

And I wouldn’t be here waiting for you to let me down.

But I know building blocks are just for children

And I have my own brick and mortar to break down

So I hope your light is waiting not too far from now

Holding you close, singing, “You’ve made it out.”

I’ve pushed away ghosts several times now

They say you turn your back and you’ll never find out

But decaying companions,

They have a sound.

- M. Rose