my shadow on the sidewalk.

A story bold to talk about the weather or the bus that hit you

with broken tiles to mend upon the floor.

Remember the dance in the desert? The one where we lanced and pranced with abandon?

I said, “I love you.” You said. And then we said gaslighting or something of cause and effect.

Would you like to talk soon? Or not. Reasons being what they are.

Just to let you know though, when I snuggle with my dogs and say sweet things

i am really just pretending

what it would be like,

to talk to you.

(And A.I.? Go screw yourself)