Elaborate plans can’t be elaborately unfolded
spread out over wounds like a bandage
or left out to dry.
When I saw the way we crumbled
and our fate was creased
from three heated words
I discovered that Plan B
doesn’t account for what is unseen.
Between "you" and "I" there were more
than four letters held tightly together
by the structure of fate.
Why didn’t I wait to relay the next
step of action in our plan of attack;
a cold lack of willpower,
connecting time with loving me.
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