i am isolated, again.
this feeling comes each time i think of you or feel you or
imagine lacking you
it already feels so over, i already have won and lost,
so quickly

to remember even a short time ago
the feeling of falling, the fleeting image you shone
incredibly bright, you are completely unaware

backing things up, restrictions on hold, i gave it
i gave you
i have given you

senses, and tastes especially
i felt it and your eyes cut it into my frontal lobe
i imagine everything, i imagine that

inside the grasp of you
inside the lips, the tongue, the arms,
the warmth of your legs, my legs,
i will hold you with my strength which comes and goes
regardless of weather, regardless of colour

black or white or yellow or grey, the in betweens
you are my last place resembling home
losing everything,

k

seasons effectively

• grieving the loss of summer sun and feeling
• prioritizing every last detail/memoirs
• buffalo release, lake erie's grip
  
• september illnesses, throat soreness, body aches, head swims
• darker nights, colder nights, slower beats, minor key melodies

• "If man's awaking is harder, if it breaks the spell too abruptly, it is because he has been led to make for himself too impoverished a notion of atonement."

still repetition STILL

underwhelmed by the holdings on hearts of others, men

so overwhelming 

twenty five years now

twelve of those wrapped inside of several

in your stance i am understanding but neglectful to recognize

so summer is over now, it's not so sad

but repeatedly, i miss you

i could never ever admit

marble fingertips, marble eyes, marble intentions