promises are not broken they are just delayed

the tunnel would take a while to pass
through the noise a bottom for my pit

i love you in moments,
the way a woman becomes pregnant
when she feels her child kicking

i loved you in the subway tonight
rotund, to be deflated every night

and after the loss,
talking to myself

call it blackout therapy,
to pass away the time

today my therapist said:
If the coffee's too bitter
here's the bowl of sugar

help yourself.