Last 3 letters of the spring

After you get over the firsts

very quickly come the seconds

a second wave of unsent happy birthday texts 

and unwitnessed inside jokes

should’ve, could’ve, would’ve named as “drafts” in my google docs

relentless

I couldn’t see my face, so I looked at yours,

very very loudly screaming in my ears, unnecessarily dreadful: me too.

It doesn’t go away

It’s just

we are in the after now

and my hair is long again

It really sucks to fall apart in a spotless house

so…what know

Are your seconds as real as mine?

Relentless.