Cold Feet
standing on air, with no ground beneath us.
no direction,
no guidance.
trying to navigate,
what’s next?
who’ll be there,
what will i wear?
how did we get here?
from lovers to friends,
strangers,
and then back again…
the transition never ends.
I want to flip the page
but you’re standing in my way.
ripping pages while
attempting to hold my coffee-colored gaze,
I’m ready to look the other way.
this isn’t what I want anymore.
you continue to talk, try and persuade me
distractions that I refuse to miss
I did not ask for this!
I did not ask for this tour
and I’m tired of dropping hints.
we tried dipping our feet in the pool that is love,
we both got cold and left.
returned in the summers,
and still have parted ways.
now I know that I’d rather be cold, without you.