i will tell you
what happened after a
deep contemplation of
the nonexistence
of those few who
still exist: we searched
for you: first left then right
it was a scattering
of the little that
remained of the blinds,
here a bit, there another
bit but a hundred
bucks later: a
good chastising and
we have new window
covers: ready
to close out the world once again
it all follows the
nonexistence of dreams
as we continue down
our path, boo
sighing that life
had somehow left him
and all he had left was
a version of me
