i pretended not to notice when you began to walk with me
differently. my hand, another thing you couldnt be bothered
with. i pretended to concern my skin with hives and goose-
bumps and the sweat of other men. i resolve into this positon,
as we lie against a city skyline, where you will be an an
afterthought to questions he'll ask and i will refuse to
answer. except for this silence. that will always be yours.
it will always be full of your stubble and manchild wonder,
your ability to fall in love with nothing human and every-
thing touched by human hands,it will sound like a waterfall
or a school bell in the distance. but never a child's laughter.
you will never remind me of children or laughter.