Sunday, November 2, 2014

To lose is to find oblivion

I have to deal with the loss of you every day. From the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. Sometimes during my sleep too. Sometimes I don't remember. You're not dead so I guess it's not that bad. Or maybe it would've been better. But that's not a nice thought to have.

We are three minutes apart.
Just long enough for a song to finish.
Just long enough for the train to come.
Just long enough for you to fall in love with my nose.
Just long enough for the skies to turn into marmalade.
The train is here.
No more no less than three minutes.

I've always wondered...
Do we make good strangers?












So glad we've almost made it,
so sad we had to fade it

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