Is it too soon to forget,
move pieces or commit?
Come in to this thesis
of love, or just split
like atoms of a whole
Eve—just a day too early
to see, conceive you
for what you are truly,
or conceal you
for what you aren’t.  Beauty,
is it too soon to breathe
and if I do,
will we fall apart, duly
parting hearts of a lost cause,
cruelly…

Until then, I’ll just hold it all in.