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For PAC
Did you really mean to lose me here?
Did we really go askew?
I never could read a map, ya know…
Press my face against the glass
Breath fogs up the view
I don’t belong here.
I thought I could belong here.
We didn’t belong there.
I miss your face.
Flower died, not enough sunshine
Or maybe a broken heart.
It was always a wallflower anyway.
No one cared when it wilted away.
I miss your smile.
I close my eyes and see cherry red.
Something bluish black
Music to match.
Twenty-three steps
We can’t go back.
I sometimes want to go back.
Did you want to go back?
I must have missed your point.
Razor blades and cheap rum.
Trapped in here, welcome home!
Circles and squares
I did cuz I dared
But only in a crazy dream
Never in reality.
Reality got away from me.
I missed that dance.
Thirty-one point five and counting
But who’s counting?
Were you counting?
I wasn’t counting…
Who’d have thought it?
I thought about it.
I missed the whole damn thing.
Same ol’ Same ol’
I drive too fast.
Finally heard a crash.
Nothing’s changed.
It, too, shall pass.
The future’s dark
Except the very next step.
But who’s moving?
Are we moving?
I missed the chance to move.
Was it worth it?
Is it worth it?
I don’t belong here.
Wilted wallflower
Thirty-one point five and couting.
I can’t remember.
Twenty-three forward still gone
I can’t forget
Try not to regret.
I missed a life.
(2011)
