hello, slurs into
i missed you s....
...o much.
before i have time to
realize we have slipped
into each other
once again. the scar that steps
softly across the side
of my hand is a thin,
white line:::
half-covered
by your long pia-
no worn fingers
that dwarf my
own trembling,
knobby hands.
where you start &
where i end, i'm
not sure. this getl-
y temporary grip
stays in my line
of reality-stained
sight and i wonder
if we are really me-
ant to feel time
l e ss
