return of me

Tired-

But i arrived at the terminal

With no regrets.

i went to forget

and

i forgot,

as all crushed souls

do

soon enough.

it was an accomplishment

just to feel,

again-

the disabling stomach flutters.

while i was gone:

i did not fall in love

it was more like i

fell out of

whatever i was in

before i left.