“it isn’t fair how much easier it
is to fall in love than to fall out
of it, how scars etch into your
skin in a second but can stay
there forever. what i’m trying to
tell you, i guess, is i don’t know
how i feel about you but i hope it’s
the same way you feel about me
because we were both there, we
both felt the static between our arms,
or maybe that was just another trick
the universe was playing on me. ink
is so much more permanent than
pencil lead on scraps of paper
tucked in your pocket; i wonder if i’m
still there, if you still feel me, if you ever
did, if i’ve been through the wash already
and am nothing more than a lump of grey.
i’m sorry i do not know how to be more
than i am but i wish you had sensed
it, anyway, i wish you’d tried to find me
inside myself.”
