is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
with the way of the world and the state of things,
i’m desperate for a way to put my thoughts out there.
i’m aching for a connection that isn’t there.
i’m jonesing for a drug that i never quite kicked: you.
there isn’t a way to convey my intentions
without hooking us up to a machine
all wires and synapses and impulses
but who’s to know it’s not all the same.
i’m on overdrive, trying to spin in place,
and simultaneously leap into orbit.
my life cannot remain in this space for long.
the reality is that i have lost you.
in a world of missed chances and empty promises
i believed you. that was my mistake.
so i’ll pine away in this box of my own making,
regretting and forgetting and bloodletting.
and you’ll grow strong without my love.