God, I fear today

I am at risk of

Spontaneous combustion

How quick am I to cry

To be moved to tears

At the thought of love lost

Simple conversation

Menial question, small talk,

Just as simply

The voice starts to crack,

A well erupts

And you hide your face

Or, no.

Give it shelter.

A part of me believes we live in the only universe boomerangs could feasibly exist.

I relent-

Maybe it’s amazement.

But we have each other

To commend memories,

And smother nothing

Nothing ever has to hurt more than twice

So

When the rain comes

Won’t you stand under my umbrella with me?

Old memory of mine.

New stranger.