your heart breaks forevermore

December

thyme heals all wounds

Pain hidden as plainly as seeing your breath in the cold air, I call to you blindly;

"If I ask you to stop the hurt, would you still love me?"

I'm still waiting for an answer as my voice echos off the edge of a cliff side.

In the place I loved you the most, holding me like you'll never see me again...

That was when I really fell, although I'm not sure I ever landed.

Skate your thumb across the top and catch the light,

Burn the end with fire down to the filter;

Don't take a single breath until it reaches the very end.

A bundle of thyme wrapped with its own branch, you were never one for waste;

I suppose one could say I wasted us.

(Would you say I wasted us?)