a coffin or a cross

i grieve our love every night when the stars and moon come back to me

they tell me you’re still here and i tell them about the coffin i have picked out for us,

the plot of land too

i will bury us under the pine tree near the red bridge that led me to you

i go to limbo at night when i try to dream and see visions of axes & matches, 

chopped trees & bridges set aflame 

kiss-less lips & pale blue hearts

you & a girl with a much better heaven than me

they tell me you’ll come back

and i tell them of the cross i made in the dead of night

just in case  

you left me at the bridge again

only the stars and moon for company

i could’ve jumped but I didn’t. 

i sit and wait for you instead,

wth a coffin and a cross

making bets with the constellations 

on which you’ll want when you return