I open my eyes. They are or were crusted shut tightly noosed around each lid with a suicidal-like vice grip. With the final pry my demise was more aware than likely presumed. Upon further inspection -as such tendencies lead me to act upon- I came to the utterly baffling realization that I might not be the man I once was.

       You are the one

That one

the one that fell in love


my alternate arise

filled my demise

my demise

predicted presumptions preceding peculiarly

and in awry I whispered

“I Love you”©