See her floating amongst all the movement, touching everything.
She's part of everyone, and everyone a part of me.
Never the other way around.
I think of a million things to say when she leaves.
I'll never say them out loud.
"I could live a secret life."
I think "Will we ever stop drifting?"
And the chest at the end of my bed looms,
imposing on the space I used to enjoy.
The closet spills out of the white door,
overstuffed with name band merchandise.
It's all in my dreams. Can you be in?
I dream of drops of rain filling my room, drowning me in my sleep.
Maybe I should move Northwest.
I hear it's a fine place to die, and I have a strange moment of clarity
where I realize we're all doomed.
And the chest at the end of my bed looms,
imposing on the space I used to enjoy.
The closet spills out of the white door,
overstuffed with name band merchandise.
It's all in my dreams. Can you be in?
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