there once was

ha-ha

the pages keep turning
i'll mark off each day with a cross
& i'll laugh about all that we've lost

it is as though everything in that moment has been silently obliterated from my sight; it is as though all of it was just another summation of an inconsequential moment. it is as though everyone from that moment has walked on; moved away—yet i am still standing here with my feet stuck to the ground, waiting, waiting, waiting. waiting as if words had ever meant anything at all

yet words were all that we could give & had ever given
yet words were the threads that spun the moment into something of beauty
yet words were the adhesive that held us together, even if it was for a fleeting moment

words were all we had because our love is only so strong—smoldering; a tearful anamnesis of what we had had with someone else

ha-ha