first is the worst.

I grit my teeth

yes— even to this day

because I am no good at holding back 

laughter 

of when it comes to the distance

between our lives today

and our memories

and of how quickly time is

when it changes you and me, 

over and over

but when it was, indeed, over

was it I who changed

or was I just too simple to see

what always was,

too young to understand 

that my heart does no good

in the hands of a man