fever or forgotten wings

if i had to guess,

i would say you gave up hope.

it was long ago.

i still cling.

i still think of those four words,

uttered in the early morning light

fogged by grogginess and smoke

sharpened by a one track mind.

the scabs will flake,

not taking any pain with them,

but maybe it will be different.

what if i told you i was different?

what if i told you i wouldn’t break your heart?