Hour 11: Water the Wilting

I am watering moms plants

With a dark blue watering can
The water level is a guess until it empties
And the growth it gives is a wait and see
This is what knowing you has been like
The fullest I’ve ever been
Until your presence barely rippled me
But new leaves apparent
You showed me I can still catch my own sun
My chemical bath picks a new soul to hyperfixate on
And my soul learns numbness prevents abandon
So the countdown begins
I’ve never been in love more than 547 days at a time
I think my soulmate does not lie in longevity
But instead is a catch and release
A relearning
And re-recognition
I used to ask my lovers to know me
Now I know once they do it is the ending
I am nothing if not temporary residue
Sending updates over smoke signals
Try to keep up
Until your lungs get squeezed
Until you realize finish lines are fiction
Until you want to stop learning this flesh
Until you need to just stop
Your throat’s dry
And you need to drink someone new

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