Pink Hearse

It’s Alive!


Those songs I wrote

Gave up on you.

Up and left and

I don’t see you in the moon and

Everything is still in place but

It means something else, now.


I feel this fluidity

Slowly, painfully new,

Yet it has been yellowed by

Linear time

And I am once again left to

Stare in wonder

At what I don’t know

And how little it matters.

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