Yours was a laughter never to trust.
It crept around corners
and found its way into everything.
I told stories about loves lost
while you whispered
disasters through cracks in the wall.
I'd never been one for ending things
and you hate beginnings,
so we kept everything like lightning:
fast and gone too soon.
Nothing ever got done.
It was always
half started through the seasons
We were waiting for a shock.