William Fitzsimmons

box springs are stained with yellow pillows
held our heads down
holding the rain outside on the curb
where I wasted half of your life
both of our lives
Everything's closer to the end but
I will get farther from you
Everything's closer, it's the end but
I will get further from you
You're eyes are blue but
I can't see that color hue
it's been so dang long.
God I was wrong
I'm dead to you
you say we are friends but