the places where
we stretched up toward the sky
are packed up in boxes now
to burn
their corners
folded into the cardboard- don't
cry-
don't remember-
slid into the trunk of the car
set to goodwill;
see, i was gentle
i was nice
then there was you and us and everything
and now you're gone,
but everything's just fine
isn't it
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:14 PM UTC
the places where
we stretched up toward the sky
are packed up in boxes now
to burn
their corners
folded into the cardboard- don't
cry-
don't remember-
slid into the trunk of the car
set to goodwill;
see, i was gentle
i was nice
then there was you and us and everything
and now you're gone,
but everything's just fine
isn't it
