XLVI.

what happened to us?
and i hardly dare write —
i hate these words, i hate seeing these marks
of trying to grasp at the impossible.

i tried to find you here.
i try to find you everywhere,
as you were,
which is to find me as i was,
but i have changed.
we have changed.
but you are the same.

spasming thoughts
too much
it's too much, i'm sorry —

i miss you —