I could hear the
words in my head,
pulling at my brain
and tugging at my heart.
questions can give
away so many secrets,
and answers can hide the truth.
it's just that...
tomorrow, when we
stare at each other
like old lovers who've
lived forever,
will there be much to say?
sometimes i deviate,
staring at dancing shadows,
in retrospect of those
goddamn days, and goddamn
bottles of rum.
where have they gone?
maybe back into the shadows
of retrospection.
you're my forthcoming.
when you show your face behind
the shadows of my mind,
i will drag you from your corner,
and place you at the center where
my heart and all that breaks belong.
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