Gybbousol

(2.9) the snow has started and the dead of winter begins to settle itself into all of our bloodstreams. now is the time when the insulation of our hearts is tested. but in fall, when the color green still existed, you started grinning at me, and I lost. I knew I’d crash and I’d burn, with my ashes following the wind and settling with the snow onto little birds’ nests; long ago, I lost. I now walk with naked arms out into the night, and I feel the exhausted cold.

Through this flat dark universe of fog and empty Streetlights staring sadly at their tiny triangles of sunlight As they reflect off the water in the air And never make it down to the neverending road, The two of us broke the silence of the January nighttime. Massachusetts alert systems came on Ominously in the middle of this techno song Blaring and crackling alarms that you turned off the radio for The second, third, and fourth times we heard them Because you knew the first one gave me anxiety. I don’t know where this poem is going, but I know That you’re sad deep inside, and I know That I can’t make you happy, but I can su