like a switch
with its 1s and 0s
and its wires that stretch

wherein x may have gone
a linear timeline breathes
like a whisper, nothing more
if it hadn't, stills like static
take over and slumber,
dormant like fossils.

it is more of admiration
or of blissful comfort
when 1s dominate.
and i had clung on
for years to this switch,
and i had been happy.

although now i initiate the 0s
to further bond the wires
of our precious friendship