Sometimes, there are short windows of
time that hover in the air, so I
decide to let my hate for you slip
on through. I’m so weary of it, and it’s
always fidgeting to be free.
But, since you’re never around when
the portal opens — to thank me, for vindicating my
valor, for finally letting it go — I snatch
it back, by its tail end, at its moment of
escape, and redouble my grip.