

The writing always comes after:
after (enough) time has passed
after one wakes from sleep out of an intense dream
after a feeling that intuition has failed
and there is only conscious reason to try
and understand what happened.
(I am not saying this is the best way to go about things,
but this is what happens)
She told me she loved me
But kept her heart locked away for safe keeping.
She accused me of being faint of heart.
I was guilty as charged.
She loved me
with an anger (?)
I did not know how to accept
or engage with.
I roll these two (of the many) explanations of ‘why’ over in my mind.
They come out feeling too reductive,
too simplistic
and somewhat,
in some moments,
difficult to handle…
My own feelings are absent here.
I don’t write about my feelings
because I cannot remember how I felt.
What I do remember:
I fell out of love with everything at the same time-
Became flatman. (Another explanation)
I am still not sure I know what love is.
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