the last time we spoke,
you felt, interrupted.
and I tried to finish your sentiment
but my thoughts corrupted yours.
And I wish my train of thought
hadn't derailed yours.

the last time we connected
your touch felt reluctant.
And I knew that you were stuck
between what you wanted
and what I needed.

the last time I told you
I wanted to love you
was the last time I would say it.
If you need to hear it,
you'll have to replay it
in your mind.
And I don't know if I can
offer you my time,
if I see you again
we might cross some lines.

Though we have

Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.