Been a while, y'all

"What happened, happened once. So now it's best/ in memory--- [...] Love's/ merciless, the way it travels in/ and keeps emitting light. Beside the stove/ we ate an orange. And there were purple flowers/ on the table. And we still had hours." - from "Stolen Moments" by Kim Addonizio

What's the point? Love, merciless, sometimes breaking, sometimes bind-

ing together blind-

ness or nesting itself inside my insecurities--or better yet, can you help me think?

I need words big enough so nobody can actually understand how I feel about anything because life is

inherently

boring. Don't think

that this is going to work out, and I am thinking about being bent over

a balcony

23 stories above with someone I don't know

but maybe we will get married instead of all the other plans I've made. My concern

feels light.

What's happening now?

There's no light here anymore. Nothing anymore, there is is more

than the light just traveling out of me, more than ever

mercilessly I am cutting

you off. I am not explaining myself. 

Time's up. Timing was a word

explaining nothing instead of all the words

I should have given you. We only had

a balcony. And hours.

All good things come to an end

is a stupid saying. Even if it's true,

why do we need to be reminded?

And who is to say the good things

began somewhere specific? How

can we pinpoint the beginning of

a good thing? What about that which comes

before, springs forth like hope,

what about those good things---

good because they make good?

What about those things? And what if

long after the good thing ends, that

good before the good thing is still long-

standing, crying out to be recalled

so you don't bury yourself in tubs

of cookie dough ice cream?