Glitter

Marking one year since the dreamy, movie-like disaster that was our encounter, does Saturday's party.

Clinging to the possibility of there ever being a poetic resolution.

Knowingly,

Realizing that I hold on to you because there is no one else to attach to.

I would like to describe our recent non-encounters as the universe's will.

Sadly,

I also want to believe the reality that is the casualty I need it to be.