4dematerialize into the midnight sky,
and diminish in clouded eyes,
as summer dusk evolves into autumn rain.
it's times like these when words come undone,
the precisely woven syllables falling apart
and becoming silent in their defeat.
it's times like these when you are too real,
when you will leave the room without a backward glance
but you won't flee from my honey-sweetened thoughts
at the speed of my preference.
but it's moments like those that carry me
from one surrender to the next.
it's moments like those, of inaccurate predictions
that are authentic past one in the morning, of
carefully preserved silence that would break us.
it's moments like those that keep poetry alive, that
overlook physical distance in favor of temporary
truth, that instill faith at any cost.
it's people like you that make these tears
worth the pain of shedding them.