Sublime

We were alone together—until

dissolute,”

languor that sat upon the city, like a lover’s tired, unsteady

by the time we learn to live, it’s already too late.

the more we know someone, the more we shut the doors between us—not the other way around.

“I tend to talk to everyone these days, I start conversations with the mailman just to gab a bit, but never tell my boyfriend how I feel, what I read, what I want, what I hate.