I hunted down an answer

But when I had it in my hands

I didn’t like the feel of it.

It was slippery and unfinished

In an oily kind of way that had me

Wondering who had birthed it.

It didn’t seem like something that should

Breathe.

I kept it anyway

Putting it up on a shelf for later

Thinking I’d leave it be

But I found that I couldn’t help

Keeping one eye looking at it

Wondering why it continued to

Breathe.

And now it lives inside me

This knowledge of the love lost

For reasons I don’t understand

And was too bewildered

To ask about after I had

Hunted down that answer.

I close my eyes and clench my fist

And remind myself just to

Breathe.