Under the same blanket

By Michelle Fetalvero

You held me so tight---
Those warm starry nights- 
the golden days of 
my life.
Yet, you talked too loose---
On my slimy fingers, counted when're 
your words right.

Decisive as 
you were,
Urged Mr. Fate locked
us ---
in a whitish paper.
Friction worked hard---
too hot in between---walls,
Then tons of troubles chased 
us after.


How I admire -
your principles.
How I hate -
your hasty nasty decisions.
Circumstances were only either-or ---   ---  ---
We sweat cold -
under the blanket of flames.
We did suffocate ---
under the cold blackish sky.


Still ---
in this dead-end ---
every soft morning,
reminded me---
It was we --- too hot or too cold ---
together ---  ---  ---
under this same blanket.