Breadcrumb #595

YVETTE GREEN

What once stood in my memory,
as helium 
to lift me 
above 
the ever painful present,

to remind me of what could have been 
and what never was,

to hail that vapor as love, 

What once stood,
buckled,
underwent 
a physical change,
when the cool conditions 
met low humidity and 

I could clearly see
that I added 
the excess to those old moments.

Because I gave power 
to cloudy thoughts, 
they took shape,
grew tangled roots,
and threatened to strangle me.

So I had to rescind what I spoke into the atmosphere-
the warm air from my kiss
met his cold shoulder 
and I lost all capacity to 
hold the vapors of my memories. 

I had to manipulate the air pressure
and launch a study into psychrometry.
Now in control,

he became liquid
that I was able to drain from my being.

All that remained was 
a foggy glow of condensation.

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