the memory of you is a warm comfort
a sunday morning community chapel
preaching your name so loudly
you'd think i was possessed
the sun sneaks through my windows
i'm alone in bed
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love is patient,
love is kind.
thom yorke keeps telling me that true love waits
so why do i feel that waiting has made me weak.
(like i'm letting you get away with something)
i am not patient,
i am envious, and boastful.
i keep a record of how wrong i feel.
i only wish i could esc the thought of you
clean for almost two years now
i stay up reading
a timeline of myself
high on ecstasy
we got along so well but
but this is the final thing we will agree on:
even i am surprised at how
how softly i can let you go
i will be alone now
walking naked from the bush
drunk stumble down quadra st
the *** may have been brief
but the memory of ******* will stay forever
in my wet dreams
immortality is easy-peasy. you play dead.
you live now. and simply continue. you just get on with it.
zig-zag in plain sight. like a shimmer in an old daguerreotype.
if you must fade. always do it sideways.