Shoebox

Shoebox calling from a top shelf
With journals wrapped in layered dust
I scoured through the scribbled fire
Of a peaceful and relentless trust
Clear heart but I'm still discerning
If love was written on the wall
Sorting through the sweet confession
Of accidental mutual fall

Prior to the ache to come
You held the bar, a compass, with the most formative fucking love
Now I feel your name like pulses
And they're murmured on a different street
Nipping lower lips and laughing, in someone else's childhood sheets
Aftertaste was the same, but washed down with the river's course
So now I'm sideways on the couch, and crushed by a cemented force

Prior to the water poured in countless slipping hands
Your sturdy glass could gather every grain of sand

Painful first times, hugs in wet shoes
Laughing through the weird, and fading into you
Scraped knees, bike rides, curse the lack of mundane
By your bedside, I loved the life you brought my way
I loved the life you brought my way