Just so you know, I've noticed

I never knew that friend was a term for temporary, for conditional. But noon has turned to midnight and the birds stopped singing long ago. There is dust in the collection of memories waiting on our spinal cords, and I’ve given up trying to regain my balance due to the weight. I keep thinking that that you’ll remember, but maybe this is just a ringing clock with too few hands to hold all the seconds murdered in our lungs when we try not to break from the loneliness.

Wow, yeah that hurts, especially when trust is pockets full of ‘yes you can have parts of me’ and you store them in closets set down with a closed door, and light is only seen when you need a barrier from the cold of the world. But that’s okay, don’t worry dear, silence is a substance I paint night-skies with and solitude is my constellation keeper.  I’ve discovered a locket watch that tracks all of my goodbyes, reminding me with the gentle tick, that I’ve survived them all before. Maybe these roots I’ve allowed to grow need severing, maybe I’ll finally use the wings you always told me I had to fly away, to greet the constant in my life. Don’t worry, I’ll call when the rain grounds me.