Now

A/N: Formatting/wording is a little odd. The repitition is deliberate… loosely based off a poem format learned in writing class a few years back. Three words, repeat last two, add another, contine throughout the poem, ending with the same three words you started with.

The people I wrote this about… well. If you know me…you might know who I’m talking about. Might not. But, this is more stream of conciousness than most of my poems. Enjoy.

Now
L'Ange de Morte

Now, I understand.
I understand why.
Understand why you…
Why you acted.
You acted like…
Like it was
It was the end.
The end of us.
Of us—you, and me.
And me and him.
Me and him are together.
But…we weren’t.
We weren’t together.
Together… is you and me.
Not me and him.

Now, I undestand.
It feels like…
Like it is the end.
The end of us…
Of us—you, and me.
You and him…
You and him are together.
We aren’t together.
Not you and me…
But you and him.

Is it?
Is it the end?
The end of us?
Of us… now
Now you and him?
And me… by myself?
Do I need a new him?
A new her?
Do I need
To leave you,
You and him?
You and him... together.
No… I don’t understand.