dear the end,
NOT YET.
love,
the middle
i speak in i and you and me
in him and her and he and she;
i speak in them and they and mine
in yours and theirs (one time in thine).
i speak in which and what and my
in who and whom (at least, i try)
yet i, despite such fluency,
can’t speak in we.
framed my scrabble-sentence project (you don’t realize how few scrabble tiles are ACTUALLY perfectly cut rectangles until you try to line them up).
sometimes, the heart doesn’t break; bits of it crumble around the edges, almost imperceptibly, and you go on, unimpaired for all practical purposes, but painfully aware of the fine layer of dust you tread through.