"dusk and dying"
{ part of the sundays spent collection }

i like to watch how you walk
while i am unnoticed
how your jeans crease and how they fold
and make scattered lines over
the denim,
the way your pockets move with your
hips with every stride
that you take,
hems trod upon by an old converse
shoe.
i like to laugh at how you would wear your
hat on backwards
to impress me
just like i wore mascara
as thought it would have improved our
relationship.
i like to watch how the lines in
your face change over time,
how you shirt wrinkled up near the
end of the night,
grass-stained
from rolling down the hill
at the park
with me
before
the
sun
went
down.
i wish we could go back to those
days.
at the park.
after school.
in my room.
in your room.
because now i can only go there
when i'm asleep
and dreaming
about what could have been the
most famous romance novel ever>
(but twilight has arrived.)