You’ve left me trapped in
Memories too vile to escape
I run and I run but you’re always
Inches away
Every time I think I’ve beat you you’re
Hands grip my frame and I scratch and I claw but you always pull me back
into your disgusting embrace

He eats noodles from a ***
That’s fresh off the stove
They’re hot and they burn as they
Slide down his throat
I sit back and watch as he dances
With his fork
Beard full of sauce top button popped
We sit on a couch stained with the memories of lives and loves too short
Funny how it really is the little things
The moments so insignificant that they themselves become significant in this strange memorable way
Like looking at the street lights as you drive around in the rain
I’m convinced by the time I die I’ll have lived the best I could have in this insignificance
That’s all it is isn’t it
I guess it’s not that serious

We own a black a white cat
With spots like a cow
And I’ve never heard him moo once
That’s all you need to know about how looks can be deceiving

It’s strange how the body can miss someone
Aside from the mind

It’s left my arms
Empty

My skin has gone
Cold

When will you be back
I need to take my body home