it hurts to think, the time you take to know the iris flakes and the curve of jaw and sinew, is never enough. to hold the fragile sway of existence together. and in a kiss, you would think the universe would shrink to the tip of a tongue, but the size shadows kindness, and a caress falls deep into the crack of losing. i might not have, the shining blindness i once did, replaced it with a growing pit. and i struggle to remember what the gape in my haughty chest held and holds tonight. out the fog spilled window, into an empty street and i fear every stranger i would meet, might look away.