This mutual experience ends up a relentless elysian river of mutilation and I go everywhere peeled and pleading against your martyred love,

I need your words down to your bones pressed diamond-tight to me, reversing entropy.

I’m sorry I caught up so late, it’s my fault, life’s all my fault, I’m sorry sorry sorry, we slipped past the event-horizon and I’m not sure there was any going back, I’d follow you forward, but you weren’t asking and I get lost easy,

I think I’ll sit here where I lost you, then I’m going for a walk.