In the end everything whole is broken,
the final scene written before the first line is said.
And though the story is always the same
the knowledge bears little comfort,
for there is no pain quite like
the loss of one leaving.

A girl's admiration
rightfully yields
to a wiser woman's understanding
that

I was a moment

one day remembered fondly.
A fever dream cocktail
of liquor,
sex,
powder,
and
sweat.

We hold on to nothing
as time offers no grip.
Today will vanish to be tomorrow recalled
and you will leave me forever
without ceremony or farewell,
because you too were a moment
and you were never meant
to
stay.