Midnight Fruits

III: Alternative Kodas

sometimes i wish

the sweater

you gifted me with

wasn't somewhere

in the abyss.

sometimes i wish

the drifting scent

of your neck

was still in my nose.

other times i wish

upon the stars

above this town

that i'll be found

by anyone.

but all times

my thoughts

are filled

with stories

of other kodas.

because

i'm a lost boy

my mind

loves to wander

into the

universes

alternative

to ours.

another koda

another story

another sweater

another you, boy.

but they're not

really me

and not

really you.

and that's what stings.

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