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.