18th

 
All of those days blended together until

I couldn’t even tell

what was right from left.

I can always feel it, that shift

in the air. The heavens would bare its

weight down, crumble me.

I couldn’t remember anything, not even

the shape of your face when I heard.

All I could remember were vast ceilings,

endless skies swallowing me up.

I felt as if I was suffocating on

your turmoil. What a wry way to go.

I hadn’t felt a thing, if I’m being fairly honest.

I was merely a spoke, muted and

bashful, until your scarf got tangled

against me. Affectations, she said,

can be dangerous.