lying with water at bay
stroking the clock as if it were our holiday
a midsummer dream of adam and stolen beliefs 
green and gray, a deep blue color scheme
we sleep with arms crossed, but legs pinned 
to create a loveliness neither could feel again
we reminisce in the dark circles of his eyes
twenty-two and who knew you could feel this way
where two could meet in parallel instead of perpendicular
running directions without reflection
to stand in rage or lie in pain
things we spoke of
some words will never mean the same

to lie on the sand of brokenness
words by dominic riccitello