The Reverse is Also True

Just Stop
Do not say goodbye
Do not wrap it up

Do not give it further
Consideration

Let the poem die
In private

With its mouth
And eyes closed

Let it
Come and go

Let it breathe
One time

What climbs or desperately dies

Ridiculous fiction of

I loved you, true or false?
You loved me, true or false?

Trying to decide if you were absent or invisible

I was over a hill that never existed and you were there
I came to find you

I was looking through the atmosphere like a lens
Trying to decide if you were absent or invisible

My hands pressed against a window
Two anonymous palms that want to be yours