Balcony

I shouldn’t be here, I said, and you agreed
but there we were and it seems to me

it will always be down to the words
you used when I read them
                
or watched them

on warm lips touching cooling filters
on a balcony above giddy Christmas crowds.

And though it was cold enough to see your breath,
hanging like I was on your words,
I barely noticed it  or took the time to breathe.

Words build worlds but too easily end them,
so as a supplicant to the well turned phrase,
 I look for an addendum.