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Him. He misses a person and she is still living. I haven’t missed you for long and you are so gone. Then he stepped away from the poem midsentence… we must have been lonely people to say those things then.
Finally knowing you, I know I cannot know you.
I gave my life a real nice show. And then you went away so I could see you as graffiti in a bar just once. A man is stepping on the moon. The earth or your one life is gone. The phone rings in your leaving. Let your black hair, let your black hair get in my way always.
J’ai plus de souvenirs que si j’avais mille ans. Who’d believe that what ends here continues, it’s senseless. Don’t listen. Use up all the memory. Use up all that’s there.
Surely, he thinks, like the boardwalk, the afterlife is crowded; where would anyone find peace there.
The point in the day when it’s no longer morning but memory. Memory. What did I say to death to excuse myself for always being somewhere else? What would they do with all this if love ended before life, and the trains crossed the earth but never did leave.
