Thursday, 31 May 2012

Anniversary


I watch your eyes
through a flatscreen haze
pick a path across the stars;
an etch-a-sketch of a future
where thoughts are not
substitutes for feeling,
when the trickle down effect
of sentiment doesn't turn
wasted hours into minutes,
and movie-ticket stub memories
aren't all that remain of
the man you wanted me to be.

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