– Acts of Entanglement –
Beyond these acts
of our entanglement,
the ruin of us apart endures.
With hearts in repetition,
only pieces of our history
and lover’s imprints are left behind.
Perhaps it would not
have been so very different,
even if we were not so authentic.
But we were only ever temporary,
compelling more of ourselves
than we ever had to give
into a permanent existence.