the "you" I must let go of
breaks the "me" I once knew.
I'm catapulting forward
and you're afraid of being left behind.
with the inability to reach a reconciliation
and hold on to what remained—
we grow our separate ways
despite the urge to turn back.

it's like looking at a puddle
except you yourself are water
and the reflection is not only
you but a part of you

it's like two identical puzzle
pieces with different shapes
so that they fit together
effortlessly and perfectly

it's like looking at a mirror
except i'd never wear that
wonderful and ridiculous
bandana on my head

23.07.20

Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense.

I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.