Don't Waste Your Time.

we were in this city together years ago,
clutching each other for bits of warmth
and wasting moments on street corners and cemeteries.
you don't know enough about me&you never will,
because I won't tell you a thing, darling.

you smelled like sleet and warmth, and I could have breathed that in forever.

and you are good at holding hands but not at kissing.

I would have liked to teach you,
but we ran out of time.