Each Graceful Word (Hung from the gallows)

I still love you in a pitiful way

Like rain sputtering on broken sidewalks

Trying to seep it's way into cracks

I will try to make coffee dates, or movies

Where I will nervously try to place

My hand on top of yours

As you reach for creamer

As you shift in your seat

I will fish for clues as to which bed you awoke in

And to which you will fall asleep in tonight

Hoping and praying it is your own

While hoping and praying it will be mine

I still love you in a way which makes my tongue thick

Each graceful word hung from gallows

Swinging heavy in your light breeze

As I flip creamers

Shift in my seat

Your swift hand always just out of reach

Your bed long divorced of rustling sheets

Our bodies tangled fingers to feet

I will hold you too long in my arms when we leave

Tighten for a fraction of a second screaming-

"See how I am weak!"

My eyes on their knees pleading

I know you will not love me

Your arms alms, the length of generosity

I will awkwardly accept

Quietly begging, a coin in my tin cup

While you pass me by

I know you will not love me

For I am only the rain

While your desire is for the sea.