Dec 31, 2005 17:45
you're not here any more
which is good
i'm not here either
love
black mold
contamination
human waste
gutting the house
the 60 cycle hum of the house
exhausted content
but love
soap
pinstripes
your teeth aren't perfect
shoes are scuffed
time sleeps under your eyes
i could tear you apart
if i knew where i was
and you were there.