some number of days later

she realizes that though
she doesn't know exactly what
love is, she knows more now
what it isn't.

it's not words without actions
probably actions define by omission
rhetoric that is untrue. like honey?

i've hit my head on this cabinet
again, can you please move it now? yes

dear followed by another week with a lump
on the lump on the noggin. like could you

possibly make time for me today
she asks after a couple weeks of no show
and canceled provisional yesses, hears

i'd love to but
where the but becomes the love
recycled into unbreathable air.