Scrutinizing the Details

I catch him. Conspiring with corpses. Failed auctions in the when. Tires still turned. And knowing knew us first.

She cautions him about the fire. But he knows nothing of the burn. Her scars only encourage him. She makes her cuts in the paper. Assuming the shape will emerge. She follows the creases. Determined to prove. The truth waits for us to decide when its useful.

I lose him. In the future. I find him in the past. But the now. It has nothing, but regret.

Pawning our steps for doors we'll never open. Cutting off our legs to prove. It wasn't the distance. That left us stranded.