Marriage is looking good for a mistake but “not a lasting one.”
I know this sounds flimsy — you and I annulled our thingness with a few hand-waves and it felt major, the way I inspired your open, emotional austerity, rubbing eye cream in, admiring buzzwords but no niche ideas.

No fins of infinity. Nope.
You and I have no customer issues!
But we never make it, going back where we come from,
corroded with physical self-disgust, chained to our desks.