absolete

at the same time, I feel my mind spiraling

underneath a violent night and northern lights,

my skin soaked in our safari

staring at the cloud ready to ascend me to another heaven

you didn’t have to sprint so far to greet me.

I think both of us wanted me to slam the telescopic

and now we both regret it after you enter and we recognize each other.

I was wondering if you were going to greet first

when we were looking down at our feet, but I realize we both

would rather shoot ourselves before making eye contact

or maybe it’s because we’re not longer wearing our fur coats anymore.

although you’ve always been able to read my mind,

you still think that I think of you. I don’t.

I ignored you because I thought you were ignoring me.

how did we get here again?

I think it was because of something I did. I struggle recalling.

I guess bitterness interweaving bitterness dissolves when a clock finally rusts.

yet, you finally lock eyes when you leave first

as well as giving the devious smile that I haven’t seen since millennia.