The Planning Stopped - Windmill

Taxi lights break to a stop in a sleep

Where the buildings were 10 stories high

«Good morning» with backs turned

With frowns feeding cold stares

Taking their toll on the washing pile

I was careful not to change you

But I kinda blamed you

For planning the future out

Was careful to trust you

But I know I ignored you for Halo

But you’re what I cared about

The planning stopped

Car crash collides with a drunk in a cold shirt

With bruises on your lovely right side

Goodnight was a mismatch of timings and routines

That I failed to get right

I was careful…

Christmas was our first

With our ceiling and our dirt with fairy lights jammed in a jar

Trading places providing distraction

Then the happiest moment so far

I was careful…

Neighbors complained, racket volume explained

But our silence was a concern

Knuckles were bleeding and screaming and sliding

Came screeching to a stop

I was careful…

And it’s my fault

My fault

My fault

The planning stopped