too soon
he hadnt a word for itshe had no cluehe
hadnt not until
this very moment
he was enlightened
intrigued
the charred sweeps of her absence that ran
across his eyes hid his shadow in its folds
it finally revealed itself revealed its
palpable existence
this thing was the thing that came between them
that interrupted her
rather it interrupted his
affection for her
it wasnt another woman
despite many warm spontaneous touches subtle issued with kind words with looks that felt like stroke of an eyelash
perhaps innocently
insignificant
though quietly pregnant pregnant
as when a rose begins unfurl in the soft yellow
sunlight
not that he was moved or could be
moved
she thoroughly enthralled him enticed him
and he was too dumb and
blind and insular to be
affected by a touch a look
a suggestive word
what they shared he called Love
she inspired him satiated him
she tipped him with her voice whether it was sung through the pale air or a
mimicry tatted on the words she sent him
in texts and efemalesbut at this very moment
she was interrupted
and who had interrupted her
he tried to carve out time for
them
but every time he gamely
fashioned it she shot him down and shot him
down late
four
times he left gifts at her locked door
while she was on
the other side of it
she said she was too unwell to
open it
he could have smashed itwent
through it if he wanted
his violence was there
his violence always
attended him
but what would that have purchased
him
it would have given him nothing
other than the stark admission he could take what he wanted
one didnt take Love
he didnt want to take it
he wanted her to give it freely
if she wouldnt
why would he want it
she wasnt now who she was
he had no control over that
he wished he had
he didnt believe in wishes
his happiness now was the
memory of her
1906, Twosday,
14 3. 17
2353, Day-between-Two-Ts, 15 3.
17
1406 days remain or less
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