i listen to the elevator beat
to scribe you a song
with lyrical twists
like my hands around your neck
to dance within ourselves
breaking beyond the belvedere
from views where we collide
in youth
in time
in nights
where i wrong to be right
write for the warmth i instilled
in our months time
and i feel you in oasis
in dreams at night
singing you a song
in a chair next to
where i left you in thirteen
i still write
but it’s right
it’s life
it’s time
it’s beyond you and i
it was our eye for an eye
and it never made sense
it’s why things end
because life enlists
your brain at any time
yet it’s alright
it’s fine
it happens
but you grow
beyond lemons and limes
and i left you where you needed to be