it is in your best interest to remember how this moment feels.
the pressure
as it collapses in on your heart
the crushing weight
that comes with the realization
that you —
you are not important
the wool
scratches for the first time
and you finally realize it's presence.
the mirage wavers as
your shoulders sink and they
begin to shake
remember this red, plastered over by a heavy blue
your breath escapes you
as you hear lies tickle your ear
as apathy for you carries over the phone
at your ear.
remember how this feels.
and refuse to repeat it.