“This was over before it started.
The fault lines should have warned us,
but we stepped around them.
Do you understand Pangaea now?
How land masses that fit so perfectly
can float away until they are different continents
with different languages?
You probably don’t remember that this
almost worked out.
But it just had to happen this way.
do you believe in poetry yet?
Is it because you are tasting it in someone else’s mouth?
Don’t answer that.
I am sending this message in a bottle,
and I don’t want it to reach you.
It wouldn’t be fair
to let you think you can still choose.
This is just for me,
so I can know how horrible this
all sounds out loud.
For the record, it’s not good.
But the parts of me that held on to you
will erode away soon,
and I will stop reaching for them.
Some earthquakes will still remind me
of all that was lost,
but I am willing to shake my bones if it means
getting you out of my blood.”