7th street revisited.

gone is the illusion
which clouded just how
wooden the walls really are
&how the doors are but cheap
plastic&nails.

the carpet which once burned
in a frenzy of shared breathing
&the fusion of warm, young skin
lies bored & useless under tired
chairs --- of which there is one fewer.

somehow time

[&the loss of you]

gently murdered the
"make yourself at
home" that was before.

home. [or something like it]

with you.

those few but perfect minute-long fragments

of time.

your fingertips curled

gently

into my back.

i realised now

your eyes are the same colour

as mine.

so when they meet

they stay cautiously still

examining their twin pair.

the dandylion chains

were made because i was happy

that

you are still inside your body.

trapped beneath your grief

because you use nicknames

you gave me

eons ago...

...&you still smile the same.

"another moment

there always is

as time stands still

&always is this..."

[anniversary - the cure]