Candor in conversation now felt hawkish,
an alien approach, meant for anyone but
those whose emotional solitude
felt most like home.
I wanted better things for us.
I count the seconds to the door,
like breaths in a year. I wondered
what fears lined my feet to act so
feverish, so bundled with electric care.
I will try to remember this, I thought,
as my breaths ran shallow tic toc:
Like ocean salt sizzled on raw legs,
or, maybe, a love failed piecemeal.

