ill think of u as the one that got away
plenty of fish n chips in the sea
but none like u
i wdve pursued u
in another life
to the end of the earth
and its myriad ramifications
but not now
when contentment
outraces happiness
yr quicksilver ankles
not made
for this sleepy régime ancien
not made for breaking up
a solid-state drive
for order
Divagyrations 