already I can see your face, scowling at me,
     unaware that I am merely waiting for the
                       right moment to let go.

         I came into this room on my own,
but now there are three of
                us, here, and now there is tension.
standing close, shoulder
                     to shoulder with you and your arguments,
     ending up empty-handed and proud, with
nowhere to go now, when it is June and raining
                                                         every night.

                  once, I used to be able to trust you to
                     lay awake and count the stars,
      urging black holes into existence.

people ought not to change, you say,
              unaware than I am, at this very
                             minute, wishing I was someone else.