skips on a vinyl, replayed so often
there's nothing left but broken sound.

a crinkled old photo floating
to the floor.

the continual blurring of video footage
in my brain.

the memories faded
but the feeling never went away.

Time remains my enemy

Time's the reason
I couldn't see the future

to know the Timing was off.

Time doesn't care that it failed
from nothing but a broken clock.

the face stopped moving
but Time did not

Under the identical night sky as yours,
I fill my lungs with the sweet smoke,
knowing you're doing the same thing
miles away.
you, the need to fit in,
me, wishing to forget my sins
you, a sense of belonging with your friends,
me, alone, wondering who I became.

through the haze, I see your face.

I don't believe in heaven,
couldn't find a reason.
If I get to live after I die,
I'd rather live another life.

Is it too much to ask
for your friendship
and your ***, too?

what are you scared of?

is it really me, or is it you?

we're teetering at the edge of a roller coaster's hill
quietly taking each other in like it's the first time we met and then

we pummel back down to the reality of earth which is:
I left you and ever since
we put up a front to forget.
filled with men who want to penetrate me,
and your girls and their flashing poisoned teeth.

it's a reality that we will not face:
perhaps it's not simple loneliness, but fate.

there are times I want to use him
dig my nails under his skin and tear him limb to limb

the moment passes and the truth is this:
after all this time I still want
the chest I lie on to go to sleep to be his

weeks can pass and we reunite
in a grassy patch under summer moonlight
and I breathe his scent and wonder
if he's figured it out yet