/ 
I shut my eyes; in the dark.
I can be pleasantly alone.
With these sounds, no.
Loud crowded roses.
Of colors rolling over.
And over again past.
A window.
I must know you.
At least.
A little bit.
A blue girl I knew.
Had your initials.
Written just.
Below her hand.
(Where you’d try to.
Keep your wrists.
Steady above.
A piano.)
A man I knew had.
Your memory from over.
A drink at a bar.
(A bar that’s been.
Gone years.
Now, which is only.
Appropriate.)
He says he needs.
Role models who aren’t.
Dead.
Potentially.
True.
But, I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I.
Listen.
(Thinking.
Desperate.
Almost.
Back in.
Time.
Thoughts of.
Don’t.
Go home.
Don’t go.
Home.)
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