you left me on a warm day in November, when the sun was icy and the clouds resembled falling

snowflakes, suspended in the same disbelief that I was. I had a sudden rush of recognition that the

long red thread that anchored our bed had broken and there was nothing more keeping you here than

the ghosts of a kiss that once held the world. I tried to hold you, to warn you of the damage you were

wreaking on my leaking soul, when you spit me out onto the sidewalk and lulled me with

kind words until you were far enough away to run. I won’t ever forget your soft-shelled whispers. I

won’t ever forget your pricked-finger touch. I can’t ever forget your deep-ocean kiss. I can’t ever

forget your fairy tale. I can’t ever forget our mutual thinly veiled neglect. your moan is all that kept

me awake during the draught. please don’t let me go.