the bitter taste of starlight

why can't you just fall madly in love with me
again today. As if I were new and clean
and wearing a pair of nice black silk boxers?

what happened to us that we ended up here
listening to an acoustic guitar and the silence
where we can't say anything

the fireplace crackling away, and the smell
of mulled apple cider hanging in the air
like pine on christmas eve

our hearts beating, but not together
anymore, that would be too simple
this is not synchronicity

This is the edge of the sunset where
the cool air rides along our goosebumps
and reminds us how warm it was

when the sun stood above us
we drank iced tea full of melting
cubes and sugar

it was sweet.