At 26

i flounder, then remembered
back from those ages when i couldn't fall
too deep. it was inconsequential - the way it folded in
over us and out onto platforms so high.
we couldn't breathe.
i'll keep re-living those purple-darkened
minutes by the glass and i'll keep them
sacred, locked up and sound.
we never had time enough to follow through,
the way we talked and all our stories, the misadventures,
collided and came down to our everyday.
this is what we've come to, and i'll keep re-living them,
every one, glass by glass.