No alarming silence of a lonely species..
Involuntary words tumble out and always spend the next 3 minutes regretting themselves, wishing they’d slipped past unnoticed but eventually end up empty, vague, invented— hardly ever existing at all.
City dust and windchill, my familiarity with you heart condition, your catalyst, a boulevard I’ve never seen:
They flower with frost in the crisp air of early morning springtime and our melted snow like baby girls in china, forgotten and swallowed by a warm, cancerous sun.
I love you but I keep myself in line.