the things we've said
disintegrate away
into thousands of millions
and billions of pieces
like broken shards of glass
on the kitchen floor.
time flies.
we wait for tomorrow
that never comes.
wasted-
wasting away
reaching out for something true.
tears fall
over and over-
tumbling, careening down my cheeks.
i wish you were not here.
remember.
the times you held me tight.
that smile or just that glance
and i wish i were dead.
so sorry.
so repentant.
we touch
and the world
slowly
puts itself
together again
piece by piece by piece
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