Love Through the Static

We were going nowhere--

I stabbed you,

then you stabbed me back,

and we were by that point a hideous, bleeding mess.

But I had something to say,

and you knew I wouldn't listen.

And I cleared the table

and ran back and forth between 

the kitchen sink and the table

with a coldness that couldn't be found in the freezer.

And trapped within our own heads

we wondered,

"What the fuck are we doing?"

But the truth was,

I was just waiting for the sun to set,

I was just waiting for what hadnt happened yet-

when the ice would melt,

and the night would fall,

and we would turn the station of our emotional radios

to the same channel,

and get into bed so that I could be

once more lying safely in my baby's arms.