i can’t laugh the way i used to laugh.
not for you ...
and not here...
and i can’t create circles just to
run around in
squares, as if i didn’t give you
a piece of me and then
more than all that...
do you remember how we would
watch movies together,
about girls with white hair who would
go swimming
in oceans made of trees?
and do you remember how you
never used to tell me i was wrong,
back when you still understood that it
wasn’t your
place
to fight me...
because...
i remember that.