Unfinished

Evelyn

· nostalgia

I lay across his eyes, leaning behind to see the fluidity across his skin- sub-health’s pale, infinite glow of light- reminding me of the tournaments we did/the food we eat/ the dishes we have-


you wonder why I remember but I wonder why you forget. So reminiscent and procedural,

your memory stays in a vacuum, while mine fled my body and withdrew.