"how the clouds aligned perfectly
with the bony fingers

of a rotten tree
and suddenly it felt like"

I absolutely love the sheer imagery of this.

"how one August morning I caught a glimpse of you looking over at me
like a homeless man when he finds leftovers before the maggots show up"

I'm not even sure what to say, it's a gripping ending, but it's caught between self-deprecation and a sort of nihilistic/realist perspective and I'm not sure what to say.

I just wanted to quickly highlight these two parts from this poem. :)

Thank you for sharing.