we were like seeds
from wildflowers, scattered
without intention of growing
into something beautiful, but we did
unknowingly, i left myself
like the curdled ketchup
in the cracks of the concrete, never
knowing if that's really what it was.

i couldn't possibly imagine
a life in which we do not
speak to one another.

i lied,
i have imagined it.

i just don't want to,
ever again.

it's vivid & too normal...
it isn't dim or bleak,
and that may be the worst part.