The boys fell,
                   fell,
                        fell far away
From the whimsical air where the ocean lay
Where the waves came up to swallow them
As the tree, tall as the empire state building
Swayed soft and steady

The wind slapped them as they walked
Slowing their pace
But nobody, no, nobody cared
And the boys, pale as paper
Watching as the moon glistened through cryptic clouds

And they moved against the wind
Slowly at first, then faster, faster
Until they collapse into
Wildflowers, dyed scarlet with blood
Dripping into a quickly flowing river
Pulling the boys along with the cold curren

currently, stuck in this altered reality
of what is and what could of been

been holding onto feelings way too long
the way u treat me cant go on
hurts to think of how thing use to be
now drowning out these memories
with melodies
my remedies
consist of new bad tendencies
and the energy
I've wasted cant be reimbursed
in the end i think loving you was just a curse

The fracture of illicit love
cannot
escape the seismic clash.
We enter into time.  A breech

butting of tomorrow into the
canal of forgetting, For who
can remember the slide of
yesterday?

We slipped like ice  
into the breaking curren'ts
urge to melt.   We canceled
the moment, repealed the
lesson. Stripped of

experience, we rushed into

love's last

Forever

Embrace.



Caroline Shank
11.29.2022