FREED VERSE

I try not to write about you. 

Not those bedside merlots we never topped off,
not those cigarettes we forgot to ash.
Not the uncut pages 
or the stolen streetlight kisses.

You know the ones: 
heart to heart
hand in hand
lit by moonlight 
that'd only be brighter 
if we braved the eclipse. 

I try to show some mercy.

Let you stay the one who was just
Not Enough?
for my endless sunday morning.

Yet here I am: 
Topping you off.
Drinking you in.
Thinking those thoughts I really shouldn't think.
Dreaming those dreams I really shouldn't dream.

And you know I know you know, I know, i know, I KNOW!
I get it, already. 
God.

Over the horizon 
the never-setting rises.
And I realize you deserved it; 
just as much as I did.