nuclear winter

i miss your good intentions but
not the hell you paved with them.
words on a screen hardly make amends,
but it’s all i’ve got so i continue to
reread and rehearse. scenarios where
you are kind, on repeat. if you cannot
be decent in This world, i will envision
one where you are the man
that i met, the man
that i ache for
the most.
i can still imagine your touch and
your voice, your eyes meeting mine with
a half moon smile from across the pool.

38F, seeking comforting mirage.
inquire within.
(no cops.)

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