2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64
I'm running out of paper to rip.

2
blue ink
long narrow writing
filling in the lines
with all the right words
in all the right places.
perfect.

4
scattered
a big pile on the floor
the fan blowing a few astray
i've lost track of count.
snow in the spring.

8
words
some full
some letters
some syllabes
is that 'regret' i see?
'sorry'?

16
rip, rip
tear, tear
crooked lines
straight lines
jagged lines
both a feeling
and a sound.
leaves in the fall.

32
once so large
now so small
smaller
smaller
and smaller.
i wonder
was this how it was
when you did the same
to me?

64
almost done now
almost gone
can you see
the tears
on my face?

they've dried.
and i'm out of paper.