to whom it may concern

by bachelorette

dear friends

I have a confession to make:
that i have been racing through
the weeks anticipating nothing

arriving at my days of rest
and never sleeping

because letting go of them
has not been a beautiful
process

and I have not forgotten the people who
twisted my body, mutated my thoughts
but I have forgotten what i was SURE
was love.

and every
fiber
of his
being
has escaped me

(I don't remember TOUCH)

and hell if I remember
that February, those months
of blissful ignorance.
it slapped me across the face come June
that we don't take each other
seriously; me and my writing,
you and your technology,
in the end we loved these
more than us

and I will fall with little grace
and you will fall with just as little.
and we did.