your crazy kiss and smile

he is pain.
and so i am pain.

"we all make sacrifices"
he says and
understands.
he turned down the radio,
switched off the static in my head
and listened.

and i said "i don’t know what i’m doing, moving to ohio. i really just wanted to get away, live my own life, leave my family here, find myself." and he poured out more of his past, and i didn’t cry. 

his life is a series of sacrifices, and i am sacrificing him for my future, come august. 

i think part of the reason i don’t let him be poetry to me is because i am so certain of his impermanence.