Pink Skies Always Make Me Miss You More

It’s the way that when I shake
I shake out of my skin
It’s the heavy pullout mattress
In the tiny room
Below the attic
I’m blown away by the sky
Layered velvet in your eyes
And my fear of fucking this up
It’s the way that if I could
I’d write something better
It’s the gratitude I have for the ache that’s slowly getting thinner
With the skin growing back round my fingers
And your head rested on my shoulder
If they let us lay here forever
I would
These photograph smiles
They start to look like angels
And the fire in your eyes —
I’ve seen it burn out too many times
And if I say anything
It’ll be a spilling of my heart into your hands
And if I find stability
It’ll be when I realise that this is all just in my head
And I’ll be counting down the seconds
Until it’s safe to breathe again
I’m sorry for getting like this
I’d lay back and give up everything for times like these
I lay back and saw stars in your eyes
I saw the pink lace reflect off the airplane glass
Side by side
I saw the stars realign
You showed up right on time
And these fragile smiles —
They saw the cracks in my solid stone
And the fire in yours eyes
Filled my lungs with what looked just like home