tell me truthfully

by mandaceehb

tell me truthfully

if the trying part matters at all

because i try to glean the giggles from our past and all i see

are echoes conjuring up old letters we believed in

now trapped in the cage of stasis with no meaning beyond dried ink


and the truth hurts but i still want to know:

is it only the keeping part that matters

the weak hold over the beautiful intersection of our past lives that we try to

extrapolate into the future

the initiated meet-ups, the temporal hellos, the perennial goodbyes


but dear, our graph has gone awry

the truth hurts only because

it is only in the present that hurt

can manifest itself physically