Saturday, November 17, 2012

what's left of home

back to nothingness,
like a week in the desert

like the words too hard to sing along
as a favorite song
goes on,
and on

and I can't turn it off, 'cause it meant
so much

to you
and me

to us.

I remember how much
we had - it was not so long
ago, that my life
was forever
right.

For the first time in my life,

I know
I'm wrong.

and I won't be fixed tonight

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