Old teeth chattering

thecarvingwitch:

I’m writing on receipts and napkins now,
out of paper on the long drive home.
You’re thumbing your way down the road away from me;
Is this what it feels like to watch me come and go as I please?

Two runners one with a backpack and a cross against all evils,
the other naked but for a knife;
won’t you walk with me till our paths soon part?