When you had me
Everything was Ours
But I salvaged half of paradise
Now I solely settle for Mine

Ours was a creaking porch swing
Ours was the notion of eternal youth
Ours was a popsicle-stained kiss
Under a sky set ablaze with summer

Ours was denim on the hood of a truck
Ours was an ocean in love with the sand
Ours was an afternoon thunderstorm
That sent breezes through a window left ajar

Mine is a frosted window pane.
Mine is the last glowing embers of the night
Mine is hands numbed by bitter winds
And mercury reluctant to rise

Mine is a single ticket stub
Mine is a walk home in silence
Mine is a peaceful night
With no one to talk to

Yours is boisterous self-acclimation
Yours is an expectant glance
Mine is an expectant horizon
No longer limited by you