you're so far away you're
so far away you're so
fucking far out of my reach &i
can't touch you i can't
touch you i can't touch
fucking anything & you're
slipping away from me you're slipping
away from me you're slipping away,
right out of my reach &i
can't hold onto you i can't
hold onto you i can't hold
you close to me & you're
gone, you're gone, you're
gone

& i'm alone.

a/n: I was too afraid to form the words
even though you wanted to know &
now I'm afraid you won't trust me.

-

from some time
waybackwhen
in November.
Hunting season.
He left me.