I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
- cracked glass & yellow-toned lightglobes
- shoes without laces & feet without shoes
- sore eyes & many books unread
- a heat that just 'sits', we truly forgot what that was like
- two cities! three cities! fooouurrr