a year later, I still want to reclaim our violet and jagged forever catastrophe and return to our attempt to name the space between the moon and wherever this is
I want to know if they were right about you, fully they said you were arrogant, but to me you were almost entirely sewn by parasitical magic and powerful, you had fingers that held all the answers and sometimes, held me
you could roar deception but you could only bring yourself to whisper the truth lightyears away, you told me I was all you belonged to lightyears away
after you left, the space was flat like the floor of a jetway and sharp like the pop of my ears on the way down to home
we expected too much of each other in different ways you wanting closeness, and me, just wanting trying to understand and live in the space the space between the moon and wherever this is