back
your back curves slightly in front of me and i remember you and the angle of your form that i prefer more than any other — the curve of your back. maybe you’ve been excersizing, or something. maybe i’ve just forgotten it. maybe i’ve forgotten you. maybe i’ve forgotten everything. then. slam crash boom. i remember it, you, everything.
peacefullness is a burial shroud as i realize my favorite view of you is when you walk away.