Jan 2024
Was gonna write this but I forgot,
Because I've had this thought I've thought
About the thoughtlessness brain atop
That moving skeleton you hobble in
Hobbling in circles, wandering around the
White walls, mothballs, neglected,
This house and the lives you've ended
Before you've even left, the smell of
Outliving lives among the piles of cloth,
The spools of thread holding together the
Scars you defiled and won't tell us of.
Was gonna write this but you forgot
What this life you had is all about
No questioning 'if's or even 'but's,
The fun we had, quests come to nought.
Your mind turned translucent two years ago
Or was it three, four, eighty? I don't exactly
Know, but your heart's continued to
Beat, no- glow- until the moment
When it finally has to truly let go.
But it's been coming too slowly for me and
I don't know what the infestation truly was,
What was being taken or the taking; were you
Faking the love we bought? My memory is
Hazy now; what is your name? It fazes and evades
Me. Are you dead yet or just dead to me?
What are you- were you- to me? Am I ready
For you to go already? I can never be sure
As neither are you, before you've even gone.
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