Spring has sung and spun
Little birds nests in my mane
Playing and sitting atop rocks in Central Park
We got so high we walked from the West Side
All through the grassy hills
To the East Side
Wednesday night, it now is.

Weepin' pretty ******* the train
So many bags and suitcases
This place has changed me so much
I tried to create, write a list
1.
1.
1.
That was all I wrote.

Too much to even say.

I came back with ink on the back of my shoulder
One of my room mates acted like I wasn't home all day
I guess we really just aren't friends anymore
Feelin' feelin' like such a huge **** up
I keep it spinnin' winnin'
Hearing my fairy girlfriends  phrase again and again
"Its all in the forgetting"

Death occurs so fast
Images of their face gone too soon
For a millisecond I had someone to hold my hand
Be there for me, I cry into the telephone
It hurts to be without.

But I am in the midst of retraining my mind, my habits
Not a vindictive bone in my body my best friend said
I spin in circles, spinning and hoping
To stop for brief pauses
Full of love and reflection.

Little tiny bed, we shared just like we were 19
Your sighs releasing your insides
Good morning. Good morning.
You grabbed my hand as you went
I didn't cry this time.

I knew this transition would be difficult, a challenge
But I had no real clue, no real idea
But it makes sense.
Year one. It takes time. You bump into the wrong things,
The wrong folks, the wrong heart break
As I filled my fridge today
I thought, can't wait to be over this ****
Out of this apartment, light shining on my face
Looking back at this time and laughing
But that day is not today
Seize exactly where you are at.

A series of eyes and lips, words
Haunt me as I see them all spliced together in my minds eye
I think my room mate heard me make myself ******
To the series of all them
But I release it all into the wind
Like a balloon on fire
It makes no sense at this minute
But.
But.
But

It is,
All in the forgetting.