God, I fear today

I am at risk of

Spontaneous combustion

How quick am I to cry

To be moved to tears

At the thought of love lost

Simple conversation

Menial question, small talk,

Just as simply

The voice starts to crack,

A well erupts

And you hide your face

Or, no.

Give it shelter.

A part of me believes we live in the only universe boomerangs could feasibly exist.

I relent-

Maybe it’s amazement.

But we have each other

To commend memories,

And smother nothing

**_Nothing ever has to hurt more than twice _**

So

When the rain comes

Won’t you stand under my umbrella with me?

Old memory of mine.

New stranger.