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this time aches hollow like wooden boards covered in old numbers weathered markings proof that something once stood here and i lay beside the sound of regard hoping to answer eventually once my thoughts learn how to spe…

and i move with the way we transcend into bits and pieces of ourselves falling softly through the evening street lights flickering above us beneath the daze of where we left this the glow reflecting on pavement like mem…

to reach through drawers of empty closets inside homes that no longer exist except in memory except in the quiet corners of ourselves where old lives continue breathing softly the webs interlocked in memory dust resting…

i theorize us in the context of who i thought we may have been and i sit inside that thought for far too long stretching it wider and wider until memory becomes something almost livable something i can walk through agai…

to wake inside the thought of this the heights of what we once called us and i take shape through it forming ideas in my head from broken words and half-spoken meanings sentences unfinished yet somehow still understood …

the wind feels so melancholy like a bittersweet afternoon trapped inside a memory you never fully leave behind the kind of moment that returns years later through scent or weather through silence through a song playing …

i lie inside these days where sometimes the clouds feel heavier where the air itself carries weight and time suddenly stops beside me while we sit inside clocks whose wheels turn sideways hands frozen between moments li…

and i think we sway by the way of the lights the dim glow reflecting off tired walls and i turn toward the things we leave on dressers rings, receipts, half-empty glasses little proofs we were here half past midnight wh…

i wake in the silence the hollow underneath the noise our backs turned sideways like two people pretending distance could soften what we feel i can sense the turbulence between us the subtle shifts in breathing the tens…

i paint these ways in the fire to walk the pace or to fade i choose to find this where we live in the cracks of the sidewalk and i race between thoughts of desire to be there or to be between and i chase to think to und…