late summer sunlight
on a white wall moves as slow
      as thin spreading ice

this poem identifies
as a block of cheese

its pronouns (today)
are whem and whey

it feels like,
life
is of 3 three things.
You get hurt,
and they walk away fine.
they get hurt,
and you walk away guilty.
or occasionally,
not common.
and rarely to ever happen,
you both,
walk away forcefully
knowing that you both have torn each other's heart
apart.
knowing that you truly want to be together,
but it's not worth It.
and now you both, are hurting.