Small room, twin bed
Stubble and laundry detergent
The roman numeral V on your back

A hundred apologies
I don’t know what I’m doing
“Just fun,” you said,
“We’re just having fun.”

Heat. I’m lost in fire
Your skin burns and heals all at once
Part of you, all of me
Lost forever

What is your name again?
I’m fading. This isn’t right
But we don’t feel wrong either

I pick up the pieces left behind
Something’s missing
Something is gone
I don’t know what I’m doing

—m.h.

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