Once we were there on that bed
alive and drunk
scroll to look at the days
colors, screaming, people
dressed in smiles and unusual words
covered by my blood
and warmed by your.
Once we promised
not get up more
and watched the leaves turn yellow and fall
doing nothing to
because nothing would be served.
Eri drugs, so was I.
but the sheets were wrested from the
and exploded in the air cushion
spreading white feathers on our sins.
Once we care of the rest
but in a few days leave
hoping to find on my return
new sheets on your bed
and the open window
on winter arrives.
And you
dahlias and dried on the bedside table
and another year to say goodbye again.
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