You move away from me,
but not all at once. That would
be too easy. The slow fade
feels like mercy at first. Unlike
the clean break, it gets worse
every passing day. It’s like
moving from a house one item
at a time. I’ve never been the rip
off the Band-Aid type. I give up,
surrender. I don’t cover my cuts.
Protection or exposure? I choose
exposure when it’s convenient,
even when it ruins the film. I say
it like you ever gave me a choice.
This was originally published in Fall 2017 edition of The Helix.