we both must lie awake at night
with the cold pressed against our
window panes. do you spread your arms
around you? i never do.
with the cold pressed against our
window panes. do you spread your arms
around you? i never do.
in lieu of anything to hold on to,
in lieu of hope or reason or memory,
i dream up futures that can never arise
i replay pasts that know
only solitude. fortitude.
i think i must have hated myself this whole time.