You could have been kinder
in those moments we spent together
more than a month ago
and now that I see you
it seems the only thing that's changed
is me. You act like things continue forward
but all I can think is that
Some things are better burned.
In fact it was cold, city-fumed
borne on concrete with serious edges.
What matters now is what deserves my belief--
the fallible mechanical objects like
latch keys and green lights
and the taken-for-granted accessories in daily life
that I can count on to fail,
because they make no implicit promises with
smiles and polite gestures.
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