Bon Iver soundtrack,
Union Square—
bench lamplight soft as an unkept vow.
I said things that weren’t true,
you laughed anyway,
and for a while the glass between us
was enough.
Love, or the lie of it,
slipped down with last call.
You were too young
and I was too dumb
to notice how fast
hearts tangle
when you let them.
Now the years bend,
folding nights into curious silence.
I keep one hand open
for the warmth I couldn’t hold,
the other clenched around
all I swore and never was.
If time is a bottle,
we broke ours early.
Still, I drink (coffee or club soda) to you—
the way you left me lighter,
and how the lie became
the only truth I kept.
bench lamplight soft as an unkept vow.
I said things that weren’t true,
you laughed anyway,
and for a while the glass between us
was enough.
Love, or the lie of it,
slipped down with last call.
You were too young
and I was too dumb
to notice how fast
hearts tangle
when you let them.
Now the years bend,
folding nights into curious silence.
I keep one hand open
for the warmth I couldn’t hold,
the other clenched around
all I swore and never was.
If time is a bottle,
we broke ours early.
Still, I drink (coffee or club soda) to you—
the way you left me lighter,
and how the lie became
the only truth I kept.