thank god

 I try to remember there is an alternate reality

in which I not only have less of you

but someone else gets to keep the change

in which I'm not only alone

but you are not

I'll take this plot line over that one

with gratitude and grimace

I try to pretend I don't wish for another chapter

either way its no use

the story of longing drones on

at least neither of us live happily ever after yet

I don't want you to read these poems

I don't want to think about how differently you'd write them

or whether you would write at all

I don't want to think about my last

mouthful of you