I miss the person
Whom I called many things
None among them,
"Mine."

Never quite naked.
Never quite close enough,
Because we were never
Comfortable enough to be either.

All because from the first collapse,
I had no problem calling myself
Any terrible name
Any thing but
"Yours."

So I reflect,
My ancient mind
Clinging to the time,
And the change,
Confusion,
Eruption!

The only thing I have ever felt
Wrench my heart
apart
And pull my head together

And the only way to define my youth.

The only word to describe


A tragic emotion;
The only thing I ever got to call
"Ours."