Mid November has arrived and though I’ve never had a curfew;
I find myself running home, tending to my father and with hope–
Since you’ve no reasonable excuse– I am left to rationalize your heart myself.
You don’t know that this is merely to bring you up to the surface:
You are three feet under. My love is on par with great balconies we overlook,
But all I want is to show you what life is.

You call and, rather frantically, I stop everything I am doing.
Shh! No one knows about this part!
I am fascinated to hear your voice mirror to me how I feel,
You and I sculpt the same mountain of a life.

Connections like these ones are not allowed,
We are too much of an alcove in a world much too large.
Little hard candies are delicate but your touch abrades me,
Only that cloyed taste can bring me back to you now.
While I chew on the end stick of something sweet, I am there again:
Alright, I get it. I would’ve sugarcoated the urge to kiss you too.

You disappeared like a dull-toothed sinkhole devoured you whole.
My tears make a poor excuse of groundwater; did I dilute your spirit?
I’m struggling to grasp the rate of which my gaze concentrated yours.
Did I do anything in particular to remind you of a time before?
I wish I had done it differently.

At the time you approached me I suffered a summer cold
And with no intent to get better, I admit, I pursued you anyhow.
Now, each day that I know you, my friends tell me;
I look as though I am returning back to my vivacious self!
Although standing next to yours, my love is a rather formidable unit.
But I expected this. In fact I admire it, I find it all beautifully humane.
I want to give you cryptic answers to your ambiguous questions;
You hold something of a key to my curiosity,
Without you I am in no true desire to grow.

We would’ve ended up this way despite who was within.
Fear follows us like an inevitable mocking of our pasts,
Our childlike instincts inspire us to retreat irregardless.
We both see an intimidating familiarity of self through a shared look.

You know just as much as I do;
Half of me is always missing when I am alone.
So yes, I am sorry that I didn’t invite you in,
Forgive my defiance to secede towards your tender flaws.
I am certain now, that is not what you would’ve wanted.
So please, can you forgive me for springing my grievances upon you?
All of this feels like a defect of mine. You know this.

There are whispers that the trees inhaled before you heard:
You’re the focal point of modernities helping me to not be bedridden.
Of course you had an idea of escaping beforehand, I did too.
I’d be a liar to falsely acclaim myself to be any braver than you;
My avoidances met you as a barren attempt of a defense, but hey,
At least I held the decency to overcome my grief.
You will scoff at my specious righteousness; but
I will forgive you for the things you’ve no control of.

I hear your voice unprompted; my stomach folds in,
You are breathing into my neck,
And you are a formidable body of a boy next to a girl
Who cannot stop deeming you more than your counterparts.
If you’re not to remember the drive to my house,
I hope you remember each time I held faith in your hands.
Naturally, each time you return to me, my soul will allow for you.