The city is rinsed in your name
Cobblestones licking the bottoms of my feet
Too sweet to speak, admitting to coveting the
Way my footsteps fall and better yet
How you’re always ten paces behind me I just
Don’t know it, the beach admonishing my
Duplicity at high tide, washing the thoughts down low
Expunging all evidence of fingerprints and the
Lies we would tell each other while half
Asleep between sheets, ancient staircase creaking as I
Seek to escape unseen, noose tightening as the plot
Thickens, one foot on pavement before the
Sun has peaked

3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Wanted a Lover, You Gave Me a Shadow.”