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two hundred million

aged 5 years since yesterday

I'll be 50 before I know it

and it happens in

the smallest of increments

lived through everything

struggled against the wind

and

the rain

one second at a time

if I could only remember them all

the second I met her

the second I left her

at 2,000,003 I hoped for the best

at 2,000,006 I was let down

I curse at most of them

feel blessed in few

most just pass me by

I'm keeping a couple in

my pocket just in case

You gave me this

you are in every word

I write

Every tap against these

k

e

y

s

The vibration of your

memory goes straight

from tips

to

toes

From keyboard

to

electric soul

I'm on a heater

I've started this piece

Over

I've ran it through my

Hands

My head

But its yet to reach my heart

Nothing pours out of me like it did

Just two short months ago

She hasnt lost it

But I'm losing every day

This is the epic losing streak

All the pros talk about

Havent had the cards in my favor

For a while now

But I've been counting the

Deck and ready to go all in

On a hand full

Of just one

Queen

a thousand loves

We pluck the heart strings

of a thousand loves

only to find

that few

Know the melody

that we constantly hum

and only one

knows our song word

for

word

Loss of Words

Fold your arms like this

Bury me like this

I want to be the memory

That fails you

The memory you can barely

Find on the loneliest of nights

The one that fades to grey

Moments before my face

Becomes clear

So forget me

It will be easier that way

Sunday Morning

When we sleep

we hold our feet

find security

in each others

ten touching toes

sleep softly against the sunrise

listen to the silence

of yellow street lights

blinking in perfect

unison

like the heart beat of

our sad sad city