arrived
in
the mail

seems cruel
the swing
the fun
and excitement

push me
harder
mom
push me higher

what’s left
is
nothing
what’s left
are
memories

our time
on
the swing

it is a planet
filled with
lonely
people

filled with
happiness and
sorrow

filled with
memories and
people who
are trying
to
forget

filled with
people who
remember

filled

behind the house
there is
a shed

it has a
window and
2
large doors

would you
mind if
i
moved
in and
put up a
mail box

called it home
called it my
new indiana
home

pretty happy
before
i met you

you
being so
depressed
and constant

i could count
on your
sadness
then i
ran out of
fingers
and
you moved
on
to somebody
else

your mom
resting
in the ground
in the
former
yugoslavia

it will happen
here
too

with
the speech money
you
bought a big house
a few humans and
an expensive car

can laugh now
because
i am and
no longer
entirely
give a fuck

here to chase

it was
yesterday
when
tomorrow arrived

happy birthday
to the
greatest
harmonica player
ever

to me anyway

nobody
stays here forever
your face
those notes
that key

and watching you

we would sob
wake up
crying
eat the toast
and
pretend
to dance

the greatest
summer event in
history 2
worms racing towards
the finish line

watches
as she licks herself
clean

only watch commercials

still talking to space
at least now someone
is there
helping

we are here
all of us
all the time

learning from you
how to gather
twigs  feathers
and a jacket from
salvation
still tomorrow
remains in the distance
fire burning
carried
only by you

here to share
figured that part out
and
starring in the broken mirror
as
many of you
appear

gone like yesterday
nobody worked
harder
and
so what

every
once and awhile
a word or two
appear
then disappear
vanished
transformed into
snow

waited that winter
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