the only answer in the world

 

the only answer in the world

is: momentum

will i ever know the whole truth

my hands grow to match my mother’s
my wrists age

crumbling in the darkness
at your irreparable touch

a sharp breeze
like cool fingers
sliding easy
under
my sweater

the things i cannot deny

does he change you
in the obscurity of
morning

are your words echoed back
over
and over

this unspoken
audience
of need

this overwhelming
death
that will not be
satisfied

once again i fail to see the connection

your hands go through me as i'm trying to think back on a better time
pointing out the things that i won't resist
we were lost and stuck together

voices
scattering
away

            and

i’m not going to forget