I’m trying hard not to pretend you don’t cut me off
in the middle of a sentence when you’re right.
You allocate the time I spend wanting you.
I will find a reason to come back.
Did I love you in a past life?
I have the right to protest the occupation of my time.
I see no reason for it when you’re gone.
Call it into session; assemble to the courts to find our fate and what we take for granted.
We loved once or more.
We’ll dance around the fire we put out long ago.
It’s our way to recall.
We will lie.
I will take you back sometimes because it’s the only way to recall.
I have the right I have the right to avoid your silly game.
I have the right I have the right to join your silly game.