We welcome the rain of ashes, because haven't we been suffocating all along anyway? The only thing that seemed constant was the sweat on our skins, everything else melted away in that unrelenting summer. Autumn came, and dried the last thing that connected us. How lonely to envy someone their heartbreak. The way home is littered with ghost spots and uneven memories. Was it three years or three months ago that we last said goodbye at this bus stop? Does it matter? We pretend we'll learn from the past by repeating it. The only way to feel right is if we're all body, no person. That's how we get along best, because if there's nothing inside, nothing can hurt. I never asked you for anything, so I assume it must have been my eyes begging you to make me ache. We've never been good with words, I tell myself. I've alway been good at making up excuses you didn't care to ask for. No one has ever touched me in a way I could feel. You came close this year, but that was worse. 'I don't think it ever went away'
Debris from a year of nothing exploding