fourth

My love is long gone
Never to return
I know that they’re out there
but it’s not my bridge to burn

I wish that things were different
Who doesn’t hold regrets?
I hold mistakes too dearly
They sprout and root in my chest
Splitting cracks in my foundation
Filling heart and head and breast

I miss you like September
It’s meaningless and bleak
Yet tightly I still hold on
I can never seem to speak
the hurt that sticks inside me
My resolve is quick to creak
and crumble and
break