It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
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It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
…
The universe inhales softly
They look at you with wonder
You’re gently blessed with what they will
…
You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
…
We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
…
I’ll meet you there someday
At the crossroads under a full moon
We’ll take a moment to pause
Barely breathing in our excitement
Remembering days long gone
That once seemed so banal
But somehow feel precious now in the dark
…
The deep black brought me another
In its chemically-induced night under the sun
Unlike the last, this one more recent
And rather than lightly sad
This one bitter
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Songs can really rewind us.
Isn’t it funny sometimes, the things that our brain decides to retain for us, without our conscious choosing?
Our first convention, I forget the exact year but it was at least two decades ago…
Memories of those I hate
Or hated
Still walk into the room some evenings
Looking, somehow, as shocked to see me
As I am angry to see them
…
Upside down it waits
Dried bundle of stems and petals hanging
Under harsh incandescence
No longer meant for this place
Blooms given near full year past
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