an entrance that wearies me of strength
she draws near me, yet I warm to her shy mistake
perhaps careless indeed, how uncouth
of her! But I do not dare make
my being uncomfortable seem discomforting.
even strange notions of blue come around
and leaves me wondering of this, such a familiar ring
to a story I’ve heard before—reaching to The End.

her delicate touch brings season to everything
then a crumpling and the words gone since.
but such notions change with a crinkling
as I reach out to that last hold: absence.
this is not a visit through a past regret
i hope the fall means do not forget.