After The Last Shot Is Fired.

Exhaustion.

I had to clean up my technohistory today.
It is amazing how many people I do not know anymore.
We all exchanged "I love yous" and words which I am sure that
we meant
at the time.

But no one stays.

Our story is fluid and
things wash in and wash out with
the tide.

I saw a picture at four in the morning
that reminded me of a face I've sworn to
forget.

There it was again.
Lips on mine, skin on skin.
How strong we think we've become but
time doesn't care
and heals wounds on its own schedule
if at all.

I've covered my tracks.
I've removed myself from the web.

Starting with seclusion
I seek those who won't
disappear.