Other day fell…. But tonight?  -That scar that ran from just above your
belly-button to the little pink ribbon of your white cotton braw-,
still moves to breath.
Still turns, As my hand turns now beneath this domesticated light.
Still your insecurities…, bullied and pushed to the side by my insecurities.

But these memories belong to yesterday-,
when you died so young (like so many others).
And i grew old (like so many others)….

But tonight?
Between us now?

Only the vast winter ravished fields of times incurious passings and meaningless

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