Losing My Cool

You would kiss me when

We were seventeen

By the river in secrecy

I watched the lightening illuminate

Your form in the window, in the Spring

Listening to you breathe

Make it in time with me

Kiss me when I'm twenty three

It doesn’t mean a thing to me

Until I'm home and everything goes

From green to fire and ghouls

I’m losing my cool

Dreaming of your neck

Soft and smooth in our bed

Your shape and the depth of your love

Weighing coincidence and prophecy

Thinking of death and what matters to me

What I have left and what I'll lose

Will it be you?