The Way it Should Be

we pulled up; our coats on...

cause once we get out, it'll be

the only way we have of staying warm;

my thoughts were left at the back door;

you slipped on them, hit the wood floor

and foolishly, I helped you up;

and carried you to the stairs, but they

broke from the weight of our conversation;

we fell through the ground and into the basement;

the laundry broke our fall; strategically placed

because I planned on this the night before.

so you wait a few days

before you take it off

cause it all feels so strange

without our pictures on your wall

because I belong to you

and you belong to me

and thats the way it should be

we took off our coats

cause we finally realized

that it's not the weather

that was making us feel cold.

my thoughts still left at the back door

and you still bothering me for

not looking you straight in the eyes,

but I'm not this time;

so I looked right through

you to the passing trees

and focused on just one;

you asked 'why is everything

so different after dark?'

I told you this once, but

you took it with a grain of salt