A letter & the door
abruptly poor
this hour rots beneath
that rubble of desire.

Honesty filed under confrontation, she
offered him nothing.
Was he just famished? What was seen?

Neither could remember how it goes, the perplexing schedule of new –
holding hands, sneak
breath from the other’s mouth.

If one was the future
the other became practice.
They were momentarily extraordinary.

There was no time.
Shut the book.