“there’s still now” a friend whispers to me through the screen
as if I haven’t been memorizing the very shape of my lover since Wednesday.
There’s still now, this very minute, where it is not wrong to love her. But only as I type.

I lost many words on her skin.
Irreplaceable ones.
Alas, I didn’t feel at a loss.
There is still now.
Another minute at most,
before I feel the mountains fall down onto my head from sky that was too weak for their heavy