we pulled up; our coats on...    cause once we get out, it'll be   the only way we have of staying warm;   my thoughts were left at the back door;   you slipped on them, hit the wood floor    and foolishly, I helped you up;   and carried you to the stairs, but they    broke from the weight of our conversation;    we fell through the ground and into the basement;    the laundry broke our fall; strategically placed    because I planned on this the night before.      so you wait a few days   before you take it off   cause it all feels so strange   without our pictures on your wall   because I belong to you   and you belong to me   and thats the way it should be      we took off our coats    cause we finally realized   that it's not the weather   that was making us feel cold.   my thoughts still left at the back door   and you still bothering me for   not looking you straight in the eyes,   but I'm not this time;   so I looked right through   you to the passing trees   and focused on just one;   you asked 'why is everything   so different after dark?'   I told you this once, but   you took it with a grain of salt.