lying in streets of heaven
thoughts dipped in gravy
lingering in daze of ‘97
twirling in our essence
he feels my moment
while i feel if he’s there
i’m wading with a ghost of my past
kissing demons in seconds
i thought could never end
and he grabs my hand
runs through my core
dripping sweat in hell
as i look in the reflection for warmth
you said it mattered
but i didn’t
i’m kissing the mirror of a man who’s ego
shattered
in thought of happy
you kiss men in shadows
not because they’re shadows
because they’re dark enough
in theory
that possibly all of this never happened
and in shadows you feel