hush.

in the lightless chill
i found you and your damn sweater
see i just needed a talk
but you
wanted me to live
you and your Lola
and your damn white horse
and i regret to say for me
it’s not too late
never

so i lived
far from the brink with her voice
and mine, and it is all a soft and cozy “hush, dear”
when the wall of the temple is our skin
and sacred is far from certain, to
the point of sacrilege
when “she’s so…”
becomes
“shhhh”

and when
forever or just tonight
this can never, never, never be right
or i am wrong
whether in the style of silence
or song