“It's all about consistency”
I said one year ago
As I walked into the same room
And put my suitcase on the same bed
As the last time the two of us
Had visited that
Remnant of childhood
My best friend from forever ago
Gave a silent nod
And followed my direction
Returning passively
To the bed opposite me
Now that bed
Is empty
Because he gave up trying
To make the past present;
Gave up trying
To be friends
But I still sit
In the same bed anyway
Because
“It's all about consistency”
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
“It's all about consistency”
I said one year ago
As I walked into the same room
And put my suitcase on the same bed
As the last time the two of us
Had visited that
Remnant of childhood
My best friend from forever ago
Gave a silent nod
And followed my direction
Returning passively
To the bed opposite me
Now that bed
Is empty
Because he gave up trying
To make the past present;
Gave up trying
To be friends
But I still sit
In the same bed anyway
Because
“It's all about consistency”
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