Acceleration

There are splinters of conversations in my fingertips.
I try to pull them out, all I catch
is the dust of crumbled futures.
It’s a blue smile in the distance.
It’s a pair of cartoon character socks, books,
a Christmas ale bottle.

I see you smiling in pictures taken long after
we ended
(I’m still not sure we ever began)
and part of me rejoices
and part of me cries
(the second part is much larger).
You took part of me with you,
you left no part of you with me.

There are splinters of conversations in my fingertips.
I try to pull them out, all I catch
is the cinder of spent pasts.
It’s a favourite album on mute.
It’s a present still wrapped, candles,
a massage oil bottle.

I see you smiling in pictures taken long after
we ended
(I’m still not sure we ever began)
and part of me recjoices
and part of me cries
(both parts will eventually fade).
You took part of me with you,
you left no part of you with me.

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