Negligence is all but a symptom of my inability to love— countless times you have slipped through my grasp.

Your locks woven between my fingertips—slipping, _yet_ I did not pull.

I parted with you once more, the smell of your breath, and the taste of your sweet lips, **_gone_**.

_Why did I let her slip away?.._...

With my sneakers against the pavement—my fingers thrumming beneath the fabric of my coat with trepidation..

You stalk me like prey, moving deftly behind me, I hope to catch a glimpse of you over my shoulder..

Nothing..

I can’t hear your breath over the harsh whipping of the wind, my hair tossing with each rugged breeze

My rosary hung around my neck, my trust bestowed onto a pregnant virgin, ‘p...