I’m procrastinating.
***
Good god,
it’s that couple again.
I don’t want to date you, but
I can’t stop the tug of despondence
despite every reason I have to celebrate.
*
You know,
the first time I bumped into you
I was so enwrapped in what could be
that I forgot to even realize
that your mere existentialism
is so beautiful to me, and me alone.
