Slowly
backing towards the window
Pretending all the words that you spoke
Weren't
slowly melting glaciers afloat
Centuries of wait, safe blow
No,
you closed your eyes,
you said it's fine You start to turn your head
You'd read a book about this feeling Termed it existential fraying
On the sleeve of your old hoodie You usually would wear to bed
It's not that it's pretty But it brings
out the gumption you never knew you had
I'd slip through my fingertips
Cause I can't say that you're important When I'm a worthless
broken doorstop
Of your rotten
shoe
life
that's loaded On which I told you you're important to me
Getting out of bed is nostalgic and terrible
Everything in this world always seems irreproachable
But I still need you, you're important