we were a car crash,

a symphony of broken strings and broken hearts,

the moment after the smoke clears and you see

what is compared to what used to be

and we were left with the aftermath

(an infinity of aftermaths)

and the rubble of carefully saved

notes and photographs

worn and creased beyond recognition,

unreturned jackets and gloves lost in couch cushions

and things keep popping up and

i'm beginning to wonder if it will ever

e n d.