A lifetime ago
I didn’t have the guts
to speak plain.
I stole Neruda’s voice
to say what I wanted,
thought if I said her name right
it might stick
like a dent in cheap metal.
I said forever
because people say stupid things
when they’re scared
of being alone.
She picked my friend.
That’s it.
No lesson.
No echo.
Just the period
doing its job.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 9:58 PM UTC
A lifetime ago
I didn’t have the guts
to speak plain.
I stole Neruda’s voice
to say what I wanted,
thought if I said her name right
it might stick
like a dent in cheap metal.
I said forever
because people say stupid things
when they’re scared
of being alone.
She picked my friend.
That’s it.
No lesson.
No echo.
Just the period
doing its job.
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