there is a hill behind the baseball field
that looks over the park
and we built our thrones upon it
and watched the children play.
the sky stretched endless above us
and you nestled tiny flowers in my curls
and you told me you were lost in my green eyes.
but the breeze was cold
and i shivered against you.
you wrapped your arms around me
but your hands were frigid
and my heartbeat broke the sliver of silence
this
will
not
work.
