a word

so i would write
the history of your life
glove-fingered
in the snow
and when the spring came
all the water of your sadness
would roll into the sea, unamed
and none but the mineral
of your mind and heart
would remain


and now, to tear myself away...how strange. forty hours could have just as easily been five minutes and i would have been none the wiser.

i would never have guessed that a person could change in a matter of weeks and i don't mean switching from fabric softener to dryer sheets either. i mean changing a part of yourself that you believed to be eternal or inate. selfishness, restraint, all of my inabilities are crushed under the weight of you, your words and your actions.

the passage of time is so subliminal. it's so strange of a concept to sit and number all of the intangible things that are contained in a physical world.

it's safe to say i'm fixated.

what i mean to say is...

i'm yours.