Why the need for fourteen

It turns out that the ladder's rungs were rotted TW: dark thoughts

It’s not like that
The mountain will steal
Breath from all lungs
Waiting for groups of
Two

Pacing in stunned silence
Reminding me
Of how I waited for
You

Dawn may wake
These peaks may fall
This love was not
Meant for all

The gates for two
Still open for me
Though I walk alone

When the shadow
Of your ghost
Speaks a different tone

Years from now,
I’ll find a home
Where I’ll steal
Away from some

But, right here
For now it seems
That all I need is you

You’ve grown enough
No more building
No more spinning
Leave childlike things behind
No more room
To grow or fail
Grow up already
Find your way
In the frame of
A fraction of seconds
You fit these clothes
So you must work
No more laughing
No more smiling
You are old now
The youngest old
That I’ve ever seen
They get it
So must you
Pick up this sword
Forged in lead
The weight of your own
Mistakes and failures
Take up this shield
Made for maturity
So it must fit you
Put on this armor
You’re ready for war
Your tiny heart
Is ready to receive
A volley of arrows
Less blood to clean up

Overused future
We’ll talk about it tomorrow
We’ll fix it tomorrow
Nights, I’ll never imagine tomorrow
Days, I’ll feed delusions of tomorrow
Zoomed in on the possible
Without you

It’ll be okay if you last to the morrow
You can live if you make it tomorrow
Here, you may not live
There, I could not live
A day without you

I’ll see you tomorrow
I’ll finally tell you tomorrow
Perhaps, there is not that path
Indeed, I might not survive
The night without you

I’ll love you tomorrow
I’ll smile again tomorrow
As long as I’m living
There might be more time
To spend with you

We might understand tomorrow
I might heal tomorrow
I’ve known a few people
With less tomorrows
Maybe one of them
Will be me

It was summer once
Not even a week ago we sat here
Silent on the asphalt
Watching the heat waves rise
Distorting our vision
Deluding us to a sense of false peace
Now I sit here alone
In the cold
Resting in the deep snow
The sun still shines the same
But something is different
It’s harder to find the same things
Especially when it’s cold
The very things that captured me
Now begin to let me go
Though a week ago
Forty degrees ago
I found something
Now, watching the people pass
Even after they left you
You still feel them
Seeing you
Perhaps they’ll never come back
But it’s still you
So you wait here
You lie in the snow
Staring at the sun
That, a week ago was warm for you
And now it’s not

Melted wax
It would be an accident
A slowly sinking ship
With a pin-sized leak
Set sail on a sunny day
It would be a mistake
The slip of a sharp knife
Chopping the carrots
For a midwinter stew
Another small tragedy
Like every eight years
In this small town
The occasional missing child
Slid through a crack
In the frozen pond
Smaller gravestones
Bring larger grief
The heaviest coffins
Tend to be shortest
No one would notice
The loss of only one
A grain in a field
A drop in the pond
A cloud in the sky
Letting this go
Would be the simplest loss
Accidents can be forgotten

Scalloped naming
The friends fall into the shallow end of the pool
Gone to the west, never to resurface
Left with the animals
Escaping to save them from the storm
The deep end has been tainted
With a glowing blue tone
Disrupting the refraction
Four times too many to collect
Six times too many to search for
Eleven times too many to reach
The storm continues to claim
Ending lives, stealing joy, freezing time
The time was too near for warning
The west cannot save them all
Some were waited for
Put on lists and hunted
The bridge allowed for no timing
Allowing people to jump the gaps
But crushing others in the gate
Waiting for the ships to enter
The door always closes too early