Name me the time when we didn’t love
beyond this world’s margin to keep
yours and my life from going into an
orbit.
Just name me the time when we needed
space to realize that alienation doesn’t
reconcile truths that we need to reflect.
Name me one single time the clock went
forward and we didn’t stay with it, that
we sat still because he, she, or they did
it.
Just name me one single time when
Summer felt like rain, but we could care
less as it didn’t benefit our regrets.
I’ll wait
—JG

