Numbers become spaces and lines
I let inversions dictate the simpler parts of my life
You don’t move or sway me anymore
Too stubborn twirl and bend
Too rigid to let brittle hair down in the wind
Its been a while since you’ve been loved.
How fortuitous,
That your dreams lie at the bottom of this bottle
How nostalgic,
Playing poker in your argyle socks,
Stoic face and unresponsive Fate
Always trying too hard to be lost.
And how frustrating,
I find you enticing only when I realize you are gone.
A love that’s lost forever is good enough for some.
