Patience

the thunder of the trains
the iron in the taste
the sunbaked hair on your face
the ghosts of where you once laid
the flush on your cheeks
leads me to believe
that you will be mine someday

but
i can't smell the waters that colour the spring
i don't feel the patience that held me in place

the blisters; salty and white
the patterns bloom in your eyes
the early birds take flight
the love is weak; let it die
the black in the sea
brings me to my knees
this boy is so weak inside, let him die
let him die

and
i can't find the daymoon that leads on the dark
i don't feel the patience that steadied my heart
i can't smell the waters that colour the spring
i don't feel the patience that held me in place