& a drowsy stretch slips through me,
yawning, cavernous; hungry, starved,
terrified; because regret is permanent
and though fear is temporary
it is more often proceeded by remorse;

so here we are. here we are, back
in the future, you holding my hands
(about to let go)
; and

what do you do when the person who taught you how to love doesn’t love you anymore?