You can’t see it yet, but. 

I’m half gone before you think you know me. 

Before the fact, during, after - 

The eventuality never changes. 

Memory is perception is foreboding is experience is regret. 

I don’t stay still. 

Won’t.

Not for you. 

From you. 

Is from me. 

To me, 

From you. 

Never yours for mine. 

I didn’t want to pause, 

I’m not sorry. 

Is wishing that I was 

Enough? 

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Thinking past this and I thought of falling into quiet with my fingers threaded in your hair. 

When did that change from a reality into an ideal?