But this isn’t defeat
My eyes flicker over your narcissistic nature
Because we’ll never kiss one another’s feet
Why dwell on what will never result?
Because I cherish so profusely what was never our fault.
Why bother with foolish memories?
Because we both have flesh-ridden, scar-calloused knees.
This isn’t your fault,
it is only my own.
Perhaps time apart will prove that we have grown.
I pray that growth spreads over our bodies, like moss.
Green with newness, but familiar- my love.
nothing physical, besides beautiful reminders
nothing typical, besides a righteous provider