this kiss, unfinished.
like everything, unfinished,
like everything that leaves me wondering
if i ever asked for enough, would i ever get enough.
this night unfinished — unstarted, really. nonexistent. really.
these shades drawn all the way down, drawn poorly across windows
that have nothing to show, and maybe never did.
these thoughts unfinished.
like everything, unstarted. like everything that leaves me wondering
if i ever got enough, would it ever be enough. could i ever do enough?
this little upturned asterisk on an evening to symbolize its finish, unfinished.