Late
Not much use saying then I was busy I was asked as if to suggest there were orders I only followed useless afterwards when you find it was your life you murdered your own life that mobile muscled thing so sweet to hold but always slipping out of your arms grasping and letting slip you thought it would outlast you with its promise and clean flesh sometimes you grasped air but you thought that there would always be this other thing beyond the body beyond soul even keeping you company somewhere not quite forgotten not quite held in mind persisting all the same.