assignation

i equip you.
to do something so simple.
but the quarterly report couldn't be any plainer.
it doesn't matter.
it doesn't register.

and so it goes.

and even had you shared my memory of that song being sung by that girl in high school for the talent show, you wouldn't remember. even had you been standing next to me, holding my hand, and heard me whisper 'my God, that's beautiful' it wouldn't occur to you now. and that eats my insides.