“This time of night
we used to take forever off the stove
and save it for the morning.
I remember,
your hands were feather-soft
and I wanted to stow you
in bottles and boxes
for safe-keeping.
I remember,
your promises could
chase away the monsters
in my heart and
thrill it back into beating.
This is the best time of night
for big, gentle promises
we have no way of keeping.
This is when I loved you
most:
your tongue all thick with stars,
the moon on my back,
the future,
less than a ghost.”
- I ALWAYS TRY TO TEXT YOU AT 3AM by Ashe Vernon
Published on September 17, 2015 12:08