We held hands and ran through the crowd,
and that's the happiest blur I remember feeling.
The ground never felt lighter beneath our feet,
as we ran towards nothing,away from nobody.
There are no pictures of us,sitting by the bedside,
only stories we keep telling ourselves,
pieces of the past,for,memories,songs,and words
cannot be preserved in a couple of frozen frames.
Remember when it was dark,and we whispered,
under the covers,and fingers against faces,
delicate as the tips of a paintbrush,caressed,
the next morning smelled of the salt in our tears.
And then,
you left me,like a stale,late Sunday morning,
The heavy sigh smelling of alcohol,
the emptiness,that of a house where nothing
was ever good enough,nothing ever would be.
We were always a time bomb,waiting to explode,
it was only a matter of moments,seemed like centuries.
who were we kidding,we were born volatile,
and losing a part of yourself is never easy.
Days then dissolved into a void in time,
I counted each of them like a domino falling,
floated like a feather on an autumn afternoon,
Because I knew I would never find myself again,
Never find you.
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