the space above my ears.

Oblivion

I had beautiful words in my mind last night.

As temporary death grasped me tightly again, I promised myself I'd write them down come the morning.

But upon opening my eyes to a great blue sun, I found that they were gone.

I offer you this in return for the things I mourn, lost like money on a bad bet.

To replace the faded polaroid of the lover even further gone.

Take it with caution, friend.