you were the treasure
   at the end of the rainbow.
      The rainbow dispelling hope after the storm.
            The storm that quenched the drought.
               the drought that birthed the thirst.
                  The thirst that craved a companion.
                     The companion who led the way.
                        The way that never was.

four fifty one deg-
ree Fahrenheit; your letters
burning on the stove

your name appears
i have so many things i
want to talk to you about
but what if you're already
passing the time with
someone else?
i'll just be a bother tomorrow
or in my dreams, where
we already talk
under the night moon

Its just us against the World.