// Cuckoo//
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the creases of your cheeks rise up as you smile, or seen the oceanic movements of your hands as you speak.
The feeling of our skin together, on that small bed that wasn’t even yours.
The passing streetlights, too afraid to hold my hand.
What would everyone say?
Peanut butter on bread
Hidden kisses in the stairwell
I found comfort in the secrecy, the scratch of your beard on my chin
I was never meant to last.
