April 14, 2016


The ghosts from the past twenty years are here to stay like the smoke in my lungs or the thoughts in her brain.
And like tectonic plates, we're shifting slowly.
We are chemicals, forging relationships between things that are otherwise unrelated

And like glaciers, we're shifting slowly.
Like nothing in this world, I thought I might be stationary. Or like a flower, maybe even growing

But like a mountain, I am eroding
I thought like a person, almost just like a person, almost exactly like a person, thought I might be living
But like a star of a binary system, I am swirling around someone or something
And like the continents, just like the continents, we're shifting slowly apart.

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