Remember when we used to be warm? // No, not like Summer. // More like Fall. // Now we're just worn wicks // rolling in a storm's kicks while the kids // wonder why our hands turned blue. // We still kiss // each other's egos over a cup of cold coffee and some Eggos and // then you kick those sharp-edged LEGOs before you head out. // I breathe out "Have a nice day," and it comes out like ice shards // But your half-hug feels like hypothermia and your smile is blue // yet we don't // mind.
I remember when this wasn't routine // you know, those times when I blushed pink // my stomach would sink // and you'd wrap me with those tropical arms. // You took me all over the world--- // well, okay it was just the city // and all we had was pocket change when it felt like much more. // The sun would set // yet it'd still be warm // we'd kiss // over our cup of coffee and some Eggos // and you'd never want to let go // but I'd breathe out "I had a nice day," // You'd smile red // and look really dorky // but it was warm // so I didn't // mind.