she was like an angel laying there next to me on this bed that is far too small for the both of us

it almost begs closeness and we obliged...  we had a great day and this was a perfect end or as perfect as it could possibly be...

we saw a man while we were out... wounded veteran and i felt bad for him... i debated in my mind if he was asking for change so he could change his situation 35 cents at a time or if he just wanted a beer... it mattered none to me so i gave him enough for that beer if he so desired it...after all... he lost his arm presumably protecting me...he deserves a beer...

but now i lay here thinking that i want my 4 dollars back...because if he were in my situation his arm wouldn't be asleep it would simply be gone... meanwhile i may soon lose my own arm...

perfection is not attainable... and i must not disturb the sleeping angel...

The funk hangs around with paint splattered overalls and a cigarette at 3 in the morning and thinks their day
has already been long but is far from over                    

The funk never even heard of the concept of a linear train of thought… the funk is often misunderstood…

The funk does not subscribe to you or your preconceived notions of how things should be… and more than that you can’t live without the funk…

The funk has no idea what they’re doing… but they know it’ll turn into something beautiful  with enough effort…

The funk is beautiful…

The funk sticks out in a room…

The funk sees beauty separate from function…

The funk realizes that they are not functional…

The funk does not care the funk is doing his or her own thing…

The funk sees life through funky eyes... perhaps the funk will show you what they perceive through those eyes

The funk inspires the functional…

We were terrible together...

I mean we were comically bad together...

Probably the worst couple ever...

Remember your 18th birthday party...

I got you that stuffed creature with those ***** eyes you like...

Never mind that it was a representation of the ****** virus...

We laughed about that...

And then when we got back to school the following week...

And rumor got around that i gave you ****** for your birthday...

Which was technically true...

We thought we'd never live the embarrassment down...

But we did...

Together...

We were truly terrible together...

I should have known better...

I should have known better than to think you would be the same girl i fell in love with so long ago...
Some of the most basic texts for an an intro biology class could have told me that each and every one of
the cells that make up the human body die and regenerate...

Most of which do so in less than a year...

So why am i so surprised to find that all that was you died in the years since we last spoke...

Even still you stand and speak with her voice...

You even remember me...

But you are nothing more than a clone of that woman i loved back then...

So here i am a man that firmly believes in the laws and rules that govern the world we live in attacked and brought to his knees by that one little speck of an idealist that lived somewhere in my soul at some point...

All because foolishly i believed that biology was a secondary force when put up against the intangible

things that make this cold and lonely life worth living...

I thought our love could survive...

This time it took for both of us to become entirely different people was too much for out love to bear...

You are not her...

Even if you have her face...even if you have that smile...

Even if you have those eyes that pierce the soul that i didn't even know existed until you showed it to me...

And what's worse is that now you show me that in no way am i the same person i once was either...