A common theme (working on it.) the 8th

“can’t have my” – I try to remember. It. Seems as though I’ve been doing this all day. All of all in, I’m looking for words. Said? I can’t tell if she’s asking me. I can’t tell the parameters. She’s lowering her eyes. I’m slowly. I’m slowly distinguishing her features. She tells me she loves me, at least I think. She tells me “She loves me.” I have a hard time hearing. My features are going in and out, in and out. She is groping at me in the dark. We laugh and share. Finally. She says, “Really”. I don’t know if she’s asking me or telling me. We go on. Is ours. She agrees that we’re glad? I don’t understand a goddamn thing she says anymore. I can see the strain I put.