all her life
there at the end
cut up her credit cards
time spills over
to the next void
when this attrition has sufficiently jaded you
the sleeping pills gone, the time bomb goes
there are the ashes
you will see a collision, will it be love or just more attrition?
some sharp violent contest
the memory of a victimless crime
or so you had figured
as you looked out the window
light going out of her eyes
can i see it one more time?