love
gave me the worst
love of my life
and i suppose i
still loved
it best of all
*
there is no winning
because the world requires relationships
to go on
but when they’ve gone
the world dresses destruction in crumbles
though it still turns easily
not feeling the lost
*
he was forty eight
denying his heart up until the point
where it went
and he knew he had to follow it pointedly
even if it led him to poor witticisms
and the realization that people told this to him
since they recognized the beat themselves
but who he ignored
and who ignored him later on
as all warped mirrors tend to do when you’re not looking
even now where he is reflected in a streetlight
up above where its downcast glow doesn’t fall
free from the orange frown of the city
finally free from the yellow of night
peppered by dying stars
that no one looks views
even as he flies fast
from blue shift
to red
oxygenated
to not
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