Oscillate Red

We thrived under the umbrella of assumption.

The unstated feelings,

the overused words.

the thickness of denial,

reality was akin to the discomforts of a velcro scar.

Self enforced and forbidden eye contact, 

let alone focus, 

consciousness- our timed retreats of the sunfall, 

into the covers, too far apart.

I'd breathe and wish your oscillations,

To cup my hands 

and succumb to your beckoning red lights, 

only to get lost 

searching for the promise of adventure, 

for the fruit of loyalty, 

to fall asleep 

with a mangled heart and lonely mind.