romantics

[eatyourfriends]

I Blame The Cold

I read your palm on the subway
and lied to you when I said I knew how to do it properly.
I gave you beautiful children,
plentiful love,
and a life of magnificent length.
I didn’t know then
that those same terrible lines
would look so pathetic
on my own palm.
In mute,
I dug my nails into my hand and
made a promise to myself,
I would learn to read palms.

For your birthday
I bought a fine point permanent marker
and wrote 'I love you'
on each leaf
of the big old tree in your front yard,
winter hit us hard,
and the next spring
no leaves grew on that tree.