a reminder.

i hate these silences
and the empty promises
they stretch over the sky
like wispy clouds above our heads

they feel like soft goodbyes and
falling-apart like gritty sand,
all the fights we couldn't mend,
while driving too fast around the bend.

like awkward touches saying
I don't know if I'm allowed,
allowed to touch you.
(am i -- am i, babe? --
allowed to touch your face
and get in your space
or will you shove me down,
shut me down?)

you seem so far away,
drifting along like long summer days,
a ghost of who we used to be
a reminder that this is all we can be.