i don’t remember
yesterday, the way i did
yesterday
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i don’t remember
yesterday, the way i did
yesterday
it’s demon time
breathing fire
above a bar
on a wednesday
morning
it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
i talked my way out
of something
real
that i still remember
like it was yesterday
i think i loved you
now
i think
i wanted to remember
you
tragedy strikes in three
in the head
the belly
heart~
i saw her
again
at a coffee shop
downtown –
we met
each others gaze
before she met
the inside
of her sunglasses
it
was
a
spacial
experience
i remember
the day you became a ghost
an walked through me
if it was meant to be
there wouldn’t be
this
space
between me
and
you