I am sorry for the things I said,
like loving you forever, etc.
What was golden will grey,
and I am suddenly shy.
Divide 35 by knocking down books
with the palm of your eye.
This is unlike the story
it was supposed to be.
I am still swallowing panic,
and you are still blocking your blog.
This whole thing makes me
feel like a French forest.
Now it's done,
watch it go.