lying here, i think of the time we spent together.

ease and unease,

two anxieties,

battling against each other.

bound to each other by trivial means,

it was what we really wanted that set us apart.

listening to you talk, but i was vacant,

caught up within my own breeze.

subtleties accumulated to damns,

because

she’s not who she said she is

and i was not who i said i am.