sit on the bent, bloodied and bruised
indents of meaningless kisses
with its infamous, intentional cold
they're covered in sticky gum
and cocktails of stale lip gloss and blue raspberry exhales,
though it was always a least favored flavor
sit there
in an oversized varsity jacket
with rips at its unfolded collar
and look out onto the field below
and look at the missing pieces of the track
how its rubble collects at its sides
look at the faded white lines on yellow grass
that never got its funeral
just the loving memory of heavy cleats and gurney wheels
sit there and shiver
and look at everything
at the overcast sky
at the infinity of it all
sit there with negative slopes for shoulders
and inhale a couple times
in through the nose
out through the mind
sit there and breathe in the petrichor
for it's what you've waited for all along
isn't it
