seasons

the loss of you leaves a hole
in the center of my chest
where i can hear wings beating
and summer waiting.

i have no more endless days
and the daylight we are saving adds up to an hour
where i am cold without you
wondering how you could have saved me from wrong turns

i cant ask for anything, from anyone
without feeling betrayed with weakness
a bending seam
an untrustworthy attic

where am i going
i wonder, in the face of looping freeways
my decisions are kinked in their middles
and i am left without an exit.