52 Days
7 Weeks
It’s day one on day one since we have mutually decided to stop communicating.
I continue to think about you as I reject a social dinner to sit in my room and watch films like Memento and the last season in my possession of The Wire. I try to remember the butterflies but am instead filled with falseness and solitude….
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When it was not fun anymore
I went to the other side of the bed to type.
He took longer to brush his teeth.
We did not make love..
I cried, no longer externally.
I longed for the unanswered.
We smiled, less
Fought often.
Disagreed on most things.
We never seem to laugh
I wished for him to
That quest was never conquered————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Can the path of our interaction be paved?
Out of wood, out of stone, out of cement
Which meant it would stay in place,
Defined its mass, defined its space
Can our encounter be measured?
Can it make sense in natural science?
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Yada, yada yada in the middle.
Beginning to blah blah.
I am reaching the peak.
And I want this feeling to end.
I wonder where this is going,
I wonder how far I have gone.
I keep cycling thru this arboretum
Doblegagluking all along.
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