the way we loved was this: wholehearted, retracted. a lemon drop i was sure tasted like the moon. it was bright pink, it was chained up, it was wedding china shattered, it was falling asleep on a train & waking to the find the world ever so slightly altered. it was youthful, it was loud, it threw fate's red string for a loop. when i finished my tea, the leaves held no omens. it was a heartbeat, early & monstrous. it was a cold night & a voice on the radio