two seconds, i planned
just one moment to love you,
but those two seconds drag on:
two hundred days, a smile, a night's passage,
two years, another winter;
leave, return, repeat.
this cycle of wanting you,
and never wanting to
but, who am i,
to tell me what to do?
two weeks, a pulling of sinew:
an arm loose,
a finger, tracing lines on the floorboards
'cause i don't
want to stand up,
anymore.
i'll just lie here,
ok?
like i lie to you,
every time i don't speak,
hoping you will,
hoping you'll say,
you're not sorry
anymore.