"things fall apart, come together, and
sometimes i feel fortunate to bear witness."
~ michael thomas, 'man gone down'
i thought i rehearsed it perfectly
the conversations we'd have
the moment of letting go
how it would feel to tell you
all that has filled the space between us
none of it matters now.
i have learned to live with regrets
each disappointment runs into the next
eclipsed by the evolving narrative
they all feel the same.
i have worked this story
so far into the ground
that it no longer involves you
a reaching heart met by my own
a silent death realized
there is nothing left to mourn.