Next Time...

The moon won't come out to play,
as all the hugs in the world get together to warm the stars.
I can see the inside of your heart.
My nails make small crescent shaped marks on my hands.

I think, you should run as fast as you can
Then I wonder if I'm in the same place.
I know for sure you're not.
In my mind he and I still dance in grocery lines,
'till the end of time.

You're still breathing,
I pretend you died, then your words mean something different.

I finally open my palm, he slips between the gaps of my fingers,
as I let him go,
to free myself.