day 15: you are the furthest point

Cherry blossoms, all white,
Covering sapling branches,
Fluttering shirtsleeves in the soft stark light.

I am at an apogee,
Though the pavement reminds my fluttering mind
That I'm as close to earth as I'll ever be.

You said, "I know what we'll listen to,"
When we hit the highway heading home;
Electric ghosts took my lungs, and I flew.

Do you carefully think before you speak
to me? Or do you feel like laying down
in a bed of feathers before you leak,

Before you spill,
Lips to ears,
Before you kill?

No more side hugs, else no hugs at all.

-Dana Winter