choking gale

you talked

and i walked

i’d never let the air between us

hold our throats hostage

suffocate that will-

it’s the last thing;

i’d never;

most of the time i stutter and mutter

and wonder what’s on your mind

for i’m on the moon and i’d never leave you behind

fixating on tonight

i’m not a white knight

too many stains from rain

shooting through my brain

like i lost game seven an champagne

is rainin’ down-

it’s the last;

never.