slingshot

pull me backward closer to you

into the moment of your warmth

just, sitting there. sitting there and

feeling where i am with you, while the

clock keeps ticking, wearing on the feeling

the sound is stuck in the background

and it’s unignorable.

we’re still clinging, forcing, feeling

trying not to notice this

imminent collapse

of the block of time we set aside

today to have this, here,

together.

pull me back then, further

closer to some kind of nothingness

this dumb, numb comfort

washes over me like opium

and suddenly it’s all i want

even just for one more second

i can hear the clock keep ticking

and i’m pulled in two directions.

even further backward

almost like you want this too

almost like we share a

certain hesitation.

we can feel a tension growing,

you don’t live here so it’s normal

eventually we’re gonna have to

go our separate ways.

and then suddenly

the clock stops ticking,

we both have to walk away,

snapped back,

launched forward

noticing the moment ended

as long ago as any.

all of a sudden i’m tired

all of a sudden i’m bored

all of a sudden

things just don’t feel like they matter anymore

and all the shit comes back and then i’m sat here thinking

what the fuck.

i miss you.