Killing Time

It’s hard to find peace while surrounded
by the sound of raindrops on tin rooves;
the haze of cigarette smoke and the
humidity. But this is family; a place
to belong and a place to shelter
for the winter. I feel the snow in my
bones, we fill the stereo with sounds
of better places and warmer faces.
There’s so much around but I’m just
killing time – we’ve been here a hundred
times before and it’s the killing time again.

This has just begun and the conversations
begin to die. And the late nights have changed;
an insomniac and I’m shaping up to expectations.
And the images haunt my sleepless mind – the
porcelain curves and the long hair; the sunken eyes
and the taste of chocolate. It’s nothing new, we’re
both out of breath and this could be love –
but we’re self-destructive. We’ve spent our
lives waiting to be fixed but we have never
been broken enough to save. Snapshots and the memory
of emotions – we needed something to smile.