nanagangsta
Today, I again fall in and out of love
with the detritus of
what is left of you, in me.
How about you?
Today, I, again, waste it,
Forcing together the pieces of promises,
Remains of memories.
How about you?
I need you.
Every time I try to
erase you the world crumbles,
by the roots.
At the endless time,
Deeply imprinted
in all of its space,
your breath is all that remains.
Being left behind and
letting it be gone
would all be mine.
It wouldn’t come back,
as if a movie,
as if a lie.