there are times when i am acutely aware of the nearness of your presence, and i realize that all i would need to do is give in to your magnetism, just an inch closer and then i would be there, there invading your space, demanding your attention and conquering your moment, and…

no.
i can’t.
all i have are
my shouting doubts.

the space remains.

you –
are the center of-
the problem is that i still-
and i can’t even because-
well-
never was-
never will be-
just-
it’s only another fragment (ed)-
…

fuck.

here it is
something like
immaterial substance
translucent opaqueness
and honest deceit
and
I don’t know what you meant
only that you existed
somewhere between
beginning and end

you have killed me – crushed me –
with your – everything about you –
leaving only a Shade
of “could have been”