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 “…I could spend my whole life debating it over and over again,
weighing the pros and cons
and in the end I still wouldn't have any
proof”

I don’t remember the
details,
the intricate
patterns you
forced me to
trace.
No…
I don’t quite
recall.
The proof isn’t
as vivid as
it used to be.
Not as obvious
to the naked
eye.
I tried to
balance the
good with the
bad, to find
the positive
in the negative,
but I’m not
certain any can
be salvaged, that
any can be
claimed.
So it’s useless.
to sit among
the memories and
chemicals and
make a valid
case for
you,
when the what
and the
where seem
unimportant now.
In fact,
I’m not even
sure that this
will make an
impact…
so why waste my
breath?

Jillian Cordova