Archibald Street

I

I showed up on your doorstep
Last night
With my heart
Filling the cracks in my teeth

My fingers
Were restless in my hair—
Threading through those inside thoughts
We don’t talk about

We sat in your breezeway
Locking our mouths
Hoping it gets better
But does it ever get better?

“It’s a nice night to die.”
We both held our eyes in the dimness
Latticing our frozen bottles
And frozen dreams

The clouds masked the stars
And the gas we had left
Wouldn’t take us
Past Montpelier

The last thing
I wanted you to know
Was that I didn’t
Want to see you go

II

I woke up with the sun—
Only half-dead
On the inside—
And I cried

Cold and shaking
On your kitchen floor
With no place
To hide

My lungs still walked
With an extra pace in their step
And my heart still ached
The same

My lungs still walk
With an extra pace in their step
And I’m the one
To blame