A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection

her feet are pounding away at the ground, keeping step with sad songs

every high note crooning about unrequited or lost love makes them pound harder

i can be better

her heart is beating out of her chest

but it's not from the running

i can be more

he used to slip his hand into hers

and now she only feels him slipping away

like everything extra she carried around her hip bones

i can be... less.