I could lie and say I’m still waiting for you.
I could be snarky and write more negative poems about you.
But neither of those outcomes will take me to my goal.
I bent a regulation out of desperation, just the other day.
Just an infraction, I feel better and worse for it.
It was an empty act.
I was in an out of that cold bed faster than a hummingbirds wings can flap.
It satisfied my…