Holding Patterns


The expectations of yesterday

were too heavy a burden to bear,

and this love buckled under the weight.



All that’s left is the crumbling cement,

found in secret looks of contained longing,

and a flickering electric touch.

Muscle memory keeps us swaying.

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  1. This feels sad, but has a certain beauty at the same time. That muscle memory means something. I like the space between lines reflecting the holding pattern as well.

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  2. The vivid metaphors work to make this (paradoxically?) very sensual and immediate.

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  3. What happens when the muscle memory stops?

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