In Memoriam M.A.

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No drafts and no regrets.

Never look back.

F*ck the past.

I'd rather die.

*****

Two, zero, eight.

Count the messages -

Not that it's possible

But maybe that's just fate.


Planned space of plants, cultivate

Love in purest form

In memoriam M.A.

And the bitter silence we hate.


Two, one, four.

Count the direct ones -

Index what's left of our history

Hidden behind locked doors.


Fountain icon, innuendos

Maybe for some, too far

In memoriam M.A.

The bodyguard and the mafioso.


Two, two, seven.

Count the smiles of words -

Think back to exact moments

Server count just off eleven.


White flags torn by wars of lust,

Bring in the spectating admin

In memoriam M.A.

And perceived eternal trust.


Three, zero, six.

Count the raindrops in the lobby -

A city and name in a voice call

Where a smile is all that sticks.


Eurobeat and rhymes marked down,

Bring in mutual friends

In memoriam M.A.

As the happiest in town.


Three, zero, eight.

Count the O's and hands I own -

A multitasker and musician

For schoolwork always late.


Top hats and severed heads,

Some words to make you smile

In memoriam M.A.

And the spark that's flickered dead.


Three, one, four.

Count the proper punctuation -

A vent, a rant, a ramble

And urge to kick down a door.


Alicorns with red manes

Join forces to settle scores

In memoriam M.A.

And constantly shifting names.


Three, one, six.

Count the hours that progress -

A farewell and a greeting

And best reference to pick.


Hurricanes and space dragons,

Smile at the emerald moniker

In memoriam M.A.

And remnants of truthful passion.


Three, one, seven.

Count the tears accompanying smiles -

Ask how I am so easily

Earn italicized confession.


Before long, all emotions melt,

A damn given for my own

In memoriam M.A.

And whatever else we felt.


Two, one, four.

Count double for the year -

Reach out on your own terms

Call on your own accord.


Minds hide in their own abstraction,

When one attempts but never tries

In memoriam M.A.

For us, the Main Attraction.







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