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Eric the Red Sep 15
Smells of coffee burning leaves
Waiting on you to arrive
First kisses
Looking into your beautiful eyes
‘My love…’
We always got that out of the way
And in the night
Opened the windows
To let the cool air in
The city sounds
Around
Surrounds
And return to bed
Where your arms and body were always
Warmer
Eric the Red Sep 8
Memory of a morning
That time after we had climbed a mountain together
Sunday
You were leaving soon
And we listened to soft old jazz in my bed
As we slept
Memory of a morning
Now gets bluer as the years go by
The room darker as if it were dawn
Neon
And I held you and kissed your little red tattoo behind your ear while you slept
Because I knew you’d be gone soon
Hours
And I’d keep your side of the bed clear
And hold your pillow for days until your scent left
Missing you like I miss you now
Memory of a morning
Was going to take them all and walk them into the sea someday
Never thought I’d ever sing in your ear again…
Eric the Red Jun 30
She got herself a cat
And moved on with her life…
Eric the Red Jun 21
You showed up on a hot day in June
Said you were in town
Looked into your eyes for the first time
The toothpaste had already been out for awhile
Couldn’t put it back in
Put up or shut up time
And it just clicked. There it was in some 7-11 parking lot off Havana St
I could tell how much you loved me
And how much I ruined it for us
I wrote a book and released it on June 21st
Sending pings out into the galaxy
Well dressed words that I’d hoped would act as a comet
Hoping you’d come back with them…
Eric the Red Feb 9
One day it’ll have been years

And I hope I am forgiven then…
Eric the Red Jan 16
The world is so sad without you in it…
I say to nothing
And receive nothing back

Easy to say
Harder to comprehend
Nothing can be worse than rejection

This is all your fault
Anyway

Thinking you can have it all
Only to throw it away
Not measuring the pain of a future staring into an empty wall and saying

‘The world is so sad without you in it…’
Eric the Red Jan 3
High on a shelf
Where you’re at
Garage
Utility room
Full of screws, dimes, paper clips
And your messages to me
That I pull out when I feel like
Reaching out
To tell you how much you’re missed

But there you are old coffee can
Your ‘don’t tell someone to jump if you’re not ready to catch her…’
Mixed in with the nails
The voicemails
The ‘my love’
Echoing so plain
As day

Old coffee can
Put you back where you belong
High on a shelf
My love…
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