Saturday, January 14, 2017

The year of the radio: The charts

There's not much left to do
other than dissolve into trivial concepts
of
what ifs;


Nowadays I sleep with the lights on
I experience this loss;
I loved you terribly
and selfishly
As did you.


Now I am left bitter
by the end of our sea
and I really didn't know
that an ocean could be so small.

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