we can see the end

You leave a handprint, 

split skin,

Acorns to rot in the grass. 

Late summer. 

I hope I’m over this

By then. 

I got stretched over your knee and

Never came back right. 

I lost more than

Logic. 

You think I’m crazy, that’s

Okay. I hope it

Scares you and it

Feels good. 

I promise I

Already gave up. 

I’m just drawing out the last shot. 

The last little bliss, the way things could have been but

Life was just so

Before we knew it, before we could

Do anything about it. 

I swallowed the salt, the light was

Already out and you probably

Never even saw me. 

Head back, throat open and you

Never heard a word. 

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