untitled.

we used to say we were connected
the two of us
used to say you could feel
my heart sinking into the acids in my stomach
could feel it being slowly eaten
alive
used to say you were
so
sorry, sorry, sorry
and I’d say
no, no
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
and your heart would sink
into the hungry pit of your stomach
I always felt you deserved that
miserable revenge

maybe not

all I feel lately is empty
and I wonder if that’s you
or me
stumbling through
this lost connection
falling perpetually
in this black hole
of static
forever keeping us
apart.