The coolest night in October

I smelt trouble.

Stormy weather.

Waiting for you...Sitting in that bench.

For a few hours...I loaned you my happy place.

I wonder if they grew fond of our voices.

Voicemails that failed to remember.

But we kept leaving prints and we got to name our secrets.

We tried to blend the colours in the sky with our fingers.
If only we hadn’t forgotten that blue couldn’t be made. Romanticising while we push these splinters deeper.
Until they reach the heart. Let’s make it to the heart. Word of honour in the park.

As days went past we finally understood.

It was never our intention to escape. 
The coolest night in October. Will you remember to tell your kids...

We once glanced at the infinite.