I could say that I didn't still miss
but then, would I be lying?
I can't find my way home
through all this snow
and these brilliant shining things
that take my vision
and twist...
90 degrees from everything.
unfurl these bone-bare wings
and unzip the skin suit
fly away, aching for something
other than this war I lose
every time I try to answer the phone.
Every sad song on the radio
and every couple, happy...
kissing and smiling...
is in an instant, a reminder
of how alone I enjoy being.
You were a mistake,
and interruption in my daily grind
a period in the middle of a sentence...
a line break, when the weakest link
held tight, and all my strengths
faded away into this burning light...
my temper breaks like hot mercury
white and blue from the fears
that I carry with me
when I walk through another winter.
rage only subsides when the battle
peaks, and the powers clash.
Powers that take my vision
and let me see the places
where we still exist...
90 degrees away from everything
is nowhere... a rusted decaying
crossroad... lights flashing,
engines steaming, horns bellowing...
all trying so hard...
to get their nothing to nowhere
before everyone else shows up...
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