From memory, from nothing.

from patience, and from me,

as well.

To you and about you,

about your trip and where you went,

and about all of your gold medals.

About me, and my reliance on what’s beneath the lampshade,

about the spreadsheet, about that song.

Really about me though,

and my forgiveness,

and the spreadsheet.

The mess around the sink, that is not yet considered a fault line,

not quite considered a contingency plan

and not quite a chore either

just a mess…

in time.

and also, still regarding my forgiveness.

Still cold to the touch, and not quite the reveal we were hoping for.

Indeed, the door is still unlocked, and I am waiting for anyone to pass through,

I am waiting for the lights to go out, and I am waiting for the right moment to speak to you,

to anyone, 

in i t a l i c s

in r e t a l i a t i o n ,

in r e g a r d s

to my forgiveness, and also about the mess around the sink.

(Originally published on Medium by Matthew Hopkins 11/3/2021)