Isn’t there something incredible
about know that when you fell
out of an airplane

That the zipper on your jeans
stayed up exactly as it should have

All of the air resistance and
gravity and inevitable
adrenaline couldn’t alter this
tiny, persistent fact

And likewise

The cloth of your jeans
did not crumble or dissolve
or change at all

It withstood the wind
and the fall

But not the winter
Neither did I

We

And it’s satisfying
knowing that

When I sing

When I’m cute

When I’m liked

There’s always that tiny
part of you

Still loving me
still wanting my
validation
to not crumble or dissolve

We’ve moved on

You first,
then me,
better

We’re both happy and done

But it’s tiny times like these,

times that are starting to trickle away (at last)

When it is winter and i’m trying to make you
last

You’ve become a verb and I’ve
transcended that self

And you’ve transcended
The airplane