this is not for you. 


perhaps the trouble is

I never loved anything more than you

not even—

especially not me 

and therein lies the problem


6 (mo) one (week) & 1 (day)


lately i wonder—and often
if i will always wait
for the other shoe to drop.

if there is some silent timer,
ticking down to the end
then silence, in the emptiness after.

can everyone else hear it?
(how much time is left?)

is it already over?

it feels that way—
since you.