when I lost the space between us
by telling you that i couldn't be with you in the way that you wanted
you stopped and began to tear
softly coagulating beneath your wide tender cheeks
that were scented like cherry honey
but I felt nothing
as much as I wanted
and only a week later was I gutted when I knew that I lost you
I wasn't ready yet to lose you
not ready for us to cut sharp divisions between sleet and overcast
but I couldn't stop you
and I couldn't pull you back beyond me
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