the incision of a throwawayline
spelled out, as plain
as shadow on white.

takes me back to some rare
moment, who knows when.
i would love for us to be...
starting sentences you
never intended
to keep.

no one likes to feel
decieved, but that
fateful voice
deserves an
accolade.

words are cheap
& i of all people,
should know.

if you only knew
the things i had written
((without you.))