and i

it is
too late

and i
had forgotten
to be, and you

had forgotten
how to love and i -

a pile
of throw aways,
a mess

of nothing and you,
a line of things
unwritten and unsaid and how

am i supposed to tell you now,
speaking to dust and spiders
locked inside of me,

and you, always too much
(i can't breathe) and i

had forgotten
how to be