Into things

I've been out of it for a while.

And it felt good.

Not that I was ever really into anything.

I get tired of getting stuck in the rut

quite quickly.

So I back out of my obligations.

I’m bad with compulsions

like that.

Or other.

The year is coming to its end

and we haven’t come any closer

to finding each other again.

You set a standard

that is no longer in my spectrum.

I can’t meet it anymore.

And it frustrates you.

And I don’t care about it.

Somewhere

I lost the urge to justify

or to heal it.

I have amputated this need

with a blunt device:

replacement.
A highly unelegant solution.

I see your feats whiz by.

The pose

the gestures

the allure.

It’s all still there

as if you never even blinked once.

Again, as always,

we are all completely obsolete.
Your flapping of the arms.

My getting all aggravated

over nothing.

I no longer believe it is about you.

Nor that it ever was about you.

It was, and is

about me.

I irritate me.

That’s good to know.

No?
Very helpful indeed.