#38: Pasting pasts together

What's known is known

And you've probably begun to sink

(Your teeth) into depths I couldn't

Have known- it's known.

And you've probably never

Looked at the time and wanted to make it stop

Or looked at me (you've never seen me, and that's okay) and wanted to ask me to stay,

And that's okay.

And I remember trying to answer

Questions before they existed. I

Remember looking at you and trying to

Predict how this night would go.

I still didn't know.

And I guess I'll always

Ask myself if you knew

And tell myself, after all

It's better not to know at all.

Our breaths tightening over our skin stretch the thin paleness

Of wisps of whispers over mouths that never met. Would you

With your are-you-hurt-yet,

And your hurt, help me roll

This husk of a million probabilities

Into its final sinkhole?

It doesn't matter when it is unknown.

This will have to be enough, 

So you can safely theorize

Over love and longing and then

You laugh your laugh,

And my nightmares feel heavy again.