I spoke up until yesterday
for a more monopolized version of us and the ten crackling whispers.
BUT I CAN'T PROMISE ANYTHING
you are disappointed in the open fridge door method of when I stare into space and wrap the pieces around me
tie bows
tie knots
tie ties for forgotten summers that I want to focus in the bright lights of a microscope; scrupulous to the every moment I could
go
back
to
you
my beloved, my first endless unconditional.
what we bury under papers and familiar checks
what we will never get to say goodbye to
Asparagus
lightning
and strawberry rhubarb jello.

BUT you are waiting for that
very Last
the final kiss in the moment of Hello to a Glorious.
Hello to white shores and up-close-and-personal..

intangible.
unacceptable.
grossly underestimated this