This one's for my dear friend Lauren. Cheers, kiddo; here's to hoping your living situation gets a little less awkward with time.
The Deaths of Things
Failing light, or other deaths like that
are fascinating things to watch, my dear.
Take, for instance, us. What led us here,
what convolutions railed and laid us flat?
Was it the lack of trust? Oh, yes, perhaps
it was your sticky fingers rifling through
my e-mails. Checking my old calls for clues
of fallacy, or fault. And we collapsed
into this feckless heap, this shallow home.
A wreck of things, don't you agree, my dove?
And oh, what lofty heights we set for us;
but heights are high, and love devours love.
Our future could not hold, and we are thus:
The two of us, together, and alone.
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If you're going to sneak around, use something less conspicuous than cell phones and emails like telegrams and smoke signals.
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