Boy hands. Death touched them.
Nobody is sitting there
On the edge.
Sending wasps.
Mirror-images.
Reverberations and voices.
Faces onto faces.
The scent on a busy street.
Mouths open.
Voices without words.
I see you everywhere.
As I walk
And stand still.
Running in circles.
Lights chase me.
I’m engulfed in my own lines.
Choose one colour after another.
Trying to find you
And peace
After having lost you,
Yes, I did lose you
So much,
So, so much my brain needs to remind me almost every single day,
You’re stuck in one year
And onward,
I drag you across the floor,
Put you on my pedestal
To shine forward
My hands on your chest,
Live on and on
As I wake up and face the sun.
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