unfinished business

 i can blush? im allowed to?

it is too early too late too simultaneous for me to feel this way

i feel like smiling but my happiness should not be worth

on a tiny little 11-word message about an incident

that went down over 3 years ago


and i know nothing will blossom out of this 2 hour interaction

with a person I've known since 2013

but the things we shared are not something i can just forget and leave behind


a birthday wish here, a random glimpse there

the 2 sides of my mind grapple - 


best friends, enemies (lovers? no, hope is a dangerous thing.)


why is it that unfinished business hurts more than a deal gone wrong?

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