forever days

it's been long; some separate but connected ruminations on time

over chatter, speakers sang,

i mopped the store,

and wept inside,

listening through the blur over my eyes,

to the water washing you away,

tapping my feet,

dunking the sponge,

ringing the last drops of your love,

out to rinse the street where your prints still remain;

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i’m trying not to be something i’ll one day lose shape of,

trying too hard to be me,

too hard to avoid the beginnings of you,

creeping into my reflection;

i’m missing the natural moments,

fending them off with too much intention,

whatever that means,

a privacy screen,

trying to be everything to perfection;

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i’ll underdress to a standard,

speak to the sound

of restarting,

like bedsheets and circular songs,

wrapping me up like the forever days

i’ll always remember the melodies of;

i’ll choreo it all to principle,

and miss my starting queue,

just to hear the first few notes again,

just to hear you.

acd