i cannot explain to her
why all of her friends stopped calling
once she made the decision
to do what was best for herself.

i cannot explain to him
why it wasn't fair of him
to fall in love when he did
and why he'd be burned at the stake.

i cannot explain to them
why some people chase after the wrong things,
then stumble upon the right thing at the wrong time.
every time.

i cannot explain to myself
whether or not this idea of us was just in my head
i cannot make excuses for anyone anymore
or for the fact that we're tearing our family apart.



i watch.
take count of who isn't there.
how quickly
things fall apart.








i cannot.
so i moved into a closet