a beautiful mess

I wanted so much
To believe that it meant something
That now, so late in the day, you appeared
To tell me nonchalantly
That I was broken beyond repair

I think I knew this already
And just lacked a box to put the madness in
Or had too many

For today
I am an ex nihilo homily
Totally meaningless
But as real as a bullet

And you
Are the ever elusive other
That lets my mess
Seem beautiful

“Just for today”

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