No Exceptions

We won’t even be the exceptions.

This time will pass,

and these words—what we shared—

will dissolve into memory,

buried beneath the weight of new days.

That’s the truth of it.

But just for a moment,

can we pretend this won’t end?

Can I hold onto the comfort of this space,

where I am not alone in the way I feel?

Soon, I’ll return to the quiet ache of solitude,

to the world where no one speaks my language,

where reality is not a thing to savor,

but something to coast through—

just to see what happens next.