do you know what it feels like
not to recognize a thing?

the sound of my own voice has never been so distant
ive never felt so less selfish

she said
not to pity myself
i said
there is nothing to pity
i am fine
but everything else isn't

the incline is so much shorter than the fall
i wish i could physically touch
the thing holding me up

maybe then we wouldnt feel so far apart