What is Mine

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