i was thinking of you and me
in our pieces and places
thinking about our own selves
not thinking about each other
until time space place things
put us where we breathed air
in same situations here-there
what a strange conspiracy
would place us here to down
grade the importance of selves
ours mine yours each others
we did not prioritize so
this world put us at number
one for each others for some
time leaving us without options
we made do with companionship
some brief moments of time
where we prioritized each other
then time space place things
moved without us a tidal wave
of shifting things so we shifted
too and moved to others priorities
but you were fortunate enough
to take a plus one for these
black-tie events while i carry
the heavy space around me as if
it is an option a conscious choice
no one rsvp-ed as my plus one
thus no witnesses to call me out
when i don a new face to greet
the faces i meet prepared to leave
every second every day- i barely
remember those i met a minute
a blink a movement ago but
music forges ahead life brims
knowledge is added and crushed
into dust by the relevance of time
disallowing for anyone to put any
hold onto it with intellect or paper
my song remains empty silent fake
lights fake smiles fake laughs fake
fake tears fake companionship so
helplessly temporary i feel the
drowning air of words unsaid anxieties
untested in my bones at my lips as i
slowly nervously keep moving always
being rushed in as a late attendance
by an impatient usher too busy with
bigger details to explain the rules
of a party where i always arrive late
with none to take my coat at the door
i remain hopelessly dressed in red
dungarees worn since i was three
my version of a skintight red dress
painfully obviously underdressed
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
i was thinking of you and me
in our pieces and places
thinking about our own selves
not thinking about each other
until time space place things
put us where we breathed air
in same situations here-there
what a strange conspiracy
would place us here to down
grade the importance of selves
ours mine yours each others
we did not prioritize so
this world put us at number
one for each others for some
time leaving us without options
we made do with companionship
some brief moments of time
where we prioritized each other
then time space place things
moved without us a tidal wave
of shifting things so we shifted
too and moved to others priorities
but you were fortunate enough
to take a plus one for these
black-tie events while i carry
the heavy space around me as if
it is an option a conscious choice
no one rsvp-ed as my plus one
thus no witnesses to call me out
when i don a new face to greet
the faces i meet prepared to leave
every second every day- i barely
remember those i met a minute
a blink a movement ago but
music forges ahead life brims
knowledge is added and crushed
into dust by the relevance of time
disallowing for anyone to put any
hold onto it with intellect or paper
my song remains empty silent fake
lights fake smiles fake laughs fake
fake tears fake companionship so
helplessly temporary i feel the
drowning air of words unsaid anxieties
untested in my bones at my lips as i
slowly nervously keep moving always
being rushed in as a late attendance
by an impatient usher too busy with
bigger details to explain the rules
of a party where i always arrive late
with none to take my coat at the door
i remain hopelessly dressed in red
dungarees worn since i was three
my version of a skintight red dress
painfully obviously underdressed
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