I did not know it was the last one. Could not savor. I traced skyscrapers along leather. You sucked on ice cubes. Behind us was a crowd. Minus applause. The lake was not completely frozen. Animals slipped. Ducks swam in circles. Not knowing where to go. If I made one list it would repeat your name.
He used to crush me. All of his weight moving to his upper body. So that I could not breathe. He stood tall and held hard but touched soft. In a way that overwhelmed. I felt pressure on both sides of my heart. As though the chambers were making room for more of him.
I sat too quietly. Did not make sudden movements. Feeling the strain of the left arm. The purple blue ink spots deepen every day. Reminding me of nothing.
There is an unpredictable burning that begins at the base of the throat.
Encapsulate (I referred to drowning).
The throat wins.