for all the things i never said

[we_do_not_exist]

i was up all
night
trying to write a proper one
for you
and it's 8:46 a.m
when it finally cracks into me
like lighting
or a baseball thrown three
inches
too high
landing on the forehead in just the right way to twist and sever the spinal column, crushing
vertebrae,
futures,
dreams,
lives,
all but for one slipped
knuckle;

I already have.

Bridge burned down,
now-
I can walk the river.