Is it ironic that he’s my Plan B?
The sirens wail.
Off into the distance where no sound is carried a red that can’t be compared.
Somewhere far away where every day is silent.
Except the wind. The sand whipping.
I already miss you
The rain makes it harder you are there but I can’t see you and
Did you know a lack of object permanence signifies a lack of appropriate nurture between the ages of 2 and 8?
During that time you were supposed to learn that those who leave come back and exist outside your field of consciousness.
Did you?
I didn’t
Entering the space where
So fucking much
Is going on around me just so far away
Just do
Do do do do do
Do do do do
It looks like it should say doh as in a deer a female deer.
If there was a place I could find where all the thoughts just
Came but there was someone to hide in to keep them at bay and say
At least I have one person, you haven’t beat away from me yet
But I’m at zero
Not at one
And I can’t do this again.
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