it's never harm
the distance we
left behind. it
was perfect in
and of itself.
distance
a friend of the mind
it races my life in all
directions. in songs
i never wrote: there
is my life. there is
yours. there is ours
the one song that we
heard a million times
when we drove away
into our very bleak
future. like a fairy
book story twisted
in parts. it was good
when it was good
and it was bad when
it should have been.
had i known perhaps
i could have stayed
still it is better for
both to move in a direction
that lifts us into space, he
makes me laugh, he makes
me love, he makes me remember how i was
