it is where it is. and we consume. her and i. we and him. him and her. we and them. i wish for a simplicity that isn't under oath. we blame eachother for the faults that are within. he brings trouble to the life which is him. and as she crosses the street, her limbs are no longer in tact. she is dragged, and remembered as such. poor elderly heart. i feel his remorse in my veins.
and she cries,
im sorry old friend, im sorry again.
