Last 3 letters of the spring

I keep talking to them as if they would understand me.

I keep hoping they would.

I keep holding space for their personalities to resurface – rise above and walk on water

Fuck, my…

suboptimal pain threshold of making mine yours

rejecting hope as a dangerous habit

‘cause I knew, I knew I’d have to be deficient in something

I keep expecting them to answer in the way you would 

for the record,

they do not.