Jan 15, 2009 14:48
My friend-brother, brother-friend
-lover, lost-
self, past-self,
where have you gone?
You took the smoke in my lungs,
but I learned to inhale on my own.
We burned the city but you survived.
I cried and you cried
and it didn't matter we kissed.
I wiped it away.
You held the eraser.