Can Both Be True?
I never loved you. I loved you completely. It was nothing, a passing arrangement of weather in the body, and it altered the climate of everything. I could have left at any moment. I have not left you still. There was no promise. I am still living inside it. Your name is only a sound. It rearranges the air when I think it. We were never one thing. We were indivisible. I remember it clearly, how it never happened that way. Time has taken it from me. It has only made it sharper. I am finished with it. It continues. If I saw you now, I would not know what to say. I have been answering you for years.


Some presences end in life and continue in language. We no longer know what we would say to that person, yet we keep answering them.
I've got something in my eye...