Bye

yes yes feed my angst yes

The problem: I kept you in my jacket pocket

like an old condom, in case I wanted to f**k

because I’d been fucked

and that’s how it works

and you have a muscle memory

for every gut punch you’ve ever taken

so when you flail your arms in sleep

you’re tangoing with a ghost, not the person beside you

you and I were a horse with no legs

we fed it but never led it

and inevitably you moved off the farm

out of the jacket pocket, closer to the ghost

and I developed muscle memory for your touch

tangoed with ‘what if’

and refused to let the horse die.

Reviews

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Keeping someone "like an old condom" is such a powerful image. Wow.