I'll have settled for a way out,
unobtainable good. Were we not
the same as we once were? We
can be, but Ryan knew it best:
patience serves one well, and,
two even better. Don't you agree?
You smile through your teeth,
wondering where you'll go next.
Go, explore, and make recipes
for the sandman, the wolf, and
the liar. I am indebted to your
forgiveness: its two months
treated me, well, conditionally.
Untouchable like the clouds above
my hand. I'm reaching as high as
I can and there are no stretch
marks of the air, no spans of
prolonging to know how you became
soft. Who you became to me (lover),
and to yourself, nobody knows.
A butterfly hovers, but you are a moth.
