Mid-Sentence

I keep leaving your Bojangles trash on the floor of the backseat of my vehicle
I can't bring myself
To bring it inside
To throw it in the trash-can
Even though that's where it belongs

I don't know why.

Clinging to something
That was -
That I'm afraid is so impermanent...

The other night you said:

"If we're still speaking in January..."

[I feel you nuzzle my neck with your nose]

"My self-worth is in the toilet"

"My brain is craving a social life"

[Why do these things all feel like]

"Good-bye"

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