I superglued my fingers together so I wouldn't be tempted to text you - 07/11/16

slow dancing
and stargazing
and all the shit we’ll never do again
and never did at all
still sits heavy in my mind,
silhouetted with light of memories.
where are they now?
how have the morphed,
twisted by treason,
disfomed by dismay
and disaster
and dissonance?
crashed and captive in
"what if"s
and fantasies
of drowsily brushing my teeth next
to you.