Future, Darling

I think I apologized, didn't I? 

When I brushed against the rough arm of what I had intended on my future to be. 

She smiled politely, then morphed into a man, a girl, a woman, a place.

I coaxed myself to the center of the things I couldn't erase. 

So she held my hand and brought me to her bedroom, only to leave me there waiting.

For something. Anything?