three months
now
since i've written You
they were a difficult three
lonely
solitary
vague
you were blurry
incandescent
which sounds pretty on paper
but really just means
to have touched you
would have torched me
alive
and so i tried
yes, i tried
to touch you
and for that i am sorry
for i was a coward
and even then
i failed
for each step towards you
you took one step back
on and on and on
across the universe
we danced
until i lay in bed
defeated
crumpled
majestic
resplendent
in my failure
but anyway
those months are over
and somehow
i am still here
alive
survived
slightly demoralized
but yes, here
still breathing
always breathing
when all else fails
just breathe - right?
when all else falls apart around you
take one more breath
and then another
and another
until you finally
one day forget
exactly why
that inhalation
had seemed
so illogical
so morally wrong
to the universal order
of things
