February

Cover the surface with wood

A ghost of the treehouse we lived in

Old branches of a Christmas tree

Throw them one by one off of the balcony

Order an appointment with the doctor

But spring is just breaths away

February birthdays

Are the rarest

Do we get to dance when

We can touch each other again?

I miss things I didn't even know I had around

Around, around

Around

A face in the window

Across the street

I get shy as she is

Staring straight at me

An old man is on his balcony

Flaunting the sunshine to his iPad

I used to be like this with my family

Back when I was away

My sun and my moon

Will there be a twilight

Where you can love each other again?

I will stay awake

But I know it's not enough

I will love you both

Till the day we turn to dust

Will love you both

Till the day we turn to dust