written in a hotel in barcelona

he told me we were something. something big and great and he told me i was his. he told me this something was something he didn’t think he’d had the capacity for but like a stomachs expansion he made room for me. and i settled in his being. or maybe he settled in mine. until i felt the fibers between us pulling thin. 

i watched him try to speak the words clinging to the back of his throat. he coughed in his mouth like it would make room for the sound waves that carried to me the wreckage of this something. 

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